"If you sprinkle when you tinkle, please be sweet and wipe the seat." ~ Unknown
J and I finally got started on our Christmas shopping tonight. I know, I know -- but what's life without a little procrastination? We got off to a good start (thank God for gift cards) and needed to make a pit stop before trudging our way through the rest of the mall.
"Why don't you go first, and I'll hold the bags," J offered. "Then we can switch."
"I'll just take them with me," I said, "and hang them on the purse hooks."
"You guys have hooks? That doesn't seem safe. What if someone steals your stuff?"
I laughed. "The hooks are in the stalls silly."
"Wow, that's cool."
As we parted ways, I was feeling pretty hoity-toity about women's restrooms. They are pretty spiffy, what with their fancy purse hooks and smell-good soaps. I approached the first open stall and took a quick step back. Disgusting. How hard is it to flush a toilet? Shuddering, I stepped to the next one. The seat was covered in wads of toilet paper. I stepped to the next stall. Water all over the floor. The next one revealed a pee-covered seat. It took four more stalls to find a toilet worth hovering over.
My bubble burst, I met J in the food court. Women may have fancy purse hooks, but sometimes I'd give anything to be able to pee standing up.