the bathroom post:
Lets retrace our steps shall we...So A was here, she was checking out this old cementary in the 'Rut'. She stepped on the heel of a pair of draw string pants she was wearing so inevitably they loosened...she had to be Magiver to keep them up until we got to the mall where she got to the bathroom to adjust herself.
This bathroom was not pretty, most public restrooms here are on the icky side so you have to go in prepared with your own toilet paper, wet wipes, and hand sanitizer. And you don't want to go in alone if it can be avoided. In most public restrooms there is a janitor type person usually charging admission to the bathroom. I am always curious what this person's job description is because they obviously do not clean anything.
So 'A' and I walk into the bathroom, I have Abby in my arms, and I see the janitor lady. She is just chillin' on the bathroom counter...Literally, laying across the counter, getting in her afternoon nap. 'A' goes into the stall and I stand in the middle of this gross bathroom holding my newborn baby (I tell you, the things one does for sisters). 'A' was taking FOREVER...so it left me plenty of time to people watch. The only person to watch...you guessed it, napping janitor lady. One girl came in the bathroom to wash her hands...the girl tentatively approached the counter since their was a lady laying across it, and then proceeded to wash her hands. Unfortunately the sink she chose did not work so the janitor lady offered a small token of assistance while she laid there. She pointed, with her toe, to the sink that the girl could use...
Meanwhile the reason 'A' was taking so long in the small stall was because she was trying with all her might to do her business and fix her pants issues all without touching anything...I didn't think she was going to make it...and I was not much of assistance with Abby in my arms. Luckily I did not have to resort to sending lazy toe pointing janitor lady in after her. 'A' finally came out...and I then pointed (with my finger) to the working sink.
Lets retrace our steps shall we...So A was here, she was checking out this old cementary in the 'Rut'. She stepped on the heel of a pair of draw string pants she was wearing so inevitably they loosened...she had to be Magiver to keep them up until we got to the mall where she got to the bathroom to adjust herself.
This bathroom was not pretty, most public restrooms here are on the icky side so you have to go in prepared with your own toilet paper, wet wipes, and hand sanitizer. And you don't want to go in alone if it can be avoided. In most public restrooms there is a janitor type person usually charging admission to the bathroom. I am always curious what this person's job description is because they obviously do not clean anything.
So 'A' and I walk into the bathroom, I have Abby in my arms, and I see the janitor lady. She is just chillin' on the bathroom counter...Literally, laying across the counter, getting in her afternoon nap. 'A' goes into the stall and I stand in the middle of this gross bathroom holding my newborn baby (I tell you, the things one does for sisters). 'A' was taking FOREVER...so it left me plenty of time to people watch. The only person to watch...you guessed it, napping janitor lady. One girl came in the bathroom to wash her hands...the girl tentatively approached the counter since their was a lady laying across it, and then proceeded to wash her hands. Unfortunately the sink she chose did not work so the janitor lady offered a small token of assistance while she laid there. She pointed, with her toe, to the sink that the girl could use...
Meanwhile the reason 'A' was taking so long in the small stall was because she was trying with all her might to do her business and fix her pants issues all without touching anything...I didn't think she was going to make it...and I was not much of assistance with Abby in my arms. Luckily I did not have to resort to sending lazy toe pointing janitor lady in after her. 'A' finally came out...and I then pointed (with my finger) to the working sink.
