One night last week I had the chance to go out for a ladies night and see “He’s Just Not That Into You.” And let me just say right now that Jennifer Aniston and Ben Affleck actually make a cute couple. And Ginnifer Goodwin was just as adorable as she could be. (side note: did anyone ever watch “Ed?” I LOVED her in that show. Well, I just loved the show… Tim and I both did.)
But this post really has NOTHING to do with the movie. Perhaps the title gave you that idea. Anyway, it has more to do with my bathroom experience after the movie and what went down between me having to wait (and being early pregnant) almost TOO long to get my turn to go, and when I was ACTUALLY able to relieve myself.
Let me back up a little and fill you all in on the fact that I was drowning in two large glasses of water and a frozen hot chocolate when I entered the Ladies room. In other words, I HAD TO PEE!
I was quite glad to hear the click of the door lock as someone vacated the third stall and I quickly made a break for it. Mind you she and I (lady leaving) were only in contact with each other for a millisecond but she quickly became very important to me.
As I sat down I began to grab for the toilet paper to get ready for the next logical step. THE NON EXISTENT toilet paper. Luckily I had not started the flow. And let me tell you right now, those Kegels were paying off in that moment.
I sat there debating whether to ask someone on my left or right if they could “spare a square” or moving on to another stall WITH t.p. and I became very angry with Miss “I-just-used-the-last-of-the-tp-and-did-not-feel-the-need-to-tell-the-next-person-who-probably-really-has-to-go.” I mean, hello!!! You passed RIGHT BY my face, couldn’t you have given me a little heads up before I got my bladder all excited for nothing?? Sure I know we are COMPLETE strangers and all but help a sister out. I would most certainly do the same for you, (insert choice word here for what I actually want to call her right now).
I ultimately decided to zip up and move to another stall to finish my business but I’m still a little bitter with her – can you tell? Seriously, that’s just wrong. I mean even if you are mute you could vigorously nod your head “No,” right??
So now PLEASE tell me that you would let the next customer know that there was no toilet paper in the stall you just left. My bladder (and if it’s too late, my undergarments) and every other lady’s out there thanks you.
Oh and in reference to yesterday’s post, I’m working on forgiving her… ; )