Aiight - once again I've been inspired to write. I just now processed fully what happened over the weekend in time for my blog entry Bathroom Bayne, Whimsical Wednesday.
Tacoma, WA - Historic 1625, a wedding. With open bar, basically declaring open season on the kegs of brewage. You know I'm gonna rock that ISH!! Of course, consumption of brew will lead to the following ... 1) fun 2) great jokes 3) hilarity ensuing 4) bad life decisions 5) coyote-ugly hook-ups and the list can go ad nauseam!
One of those, not listed, is the sudden urge to use the restroom. Simple enough in civilized society, right? Wrong! Below is a photo of the restrooms:
I discovered quickly that down that hallway was a family bathroom, and a women's bathroom. No men's! The family restroom is occupied. The women's has the door opened, light's on, and not occupied. Upon asking out loud where the men's? A catering staff member answered by bellowing, "It's located downstairs!". If the reading audience knows anything about me... yeah, eff all that. I bomb into the women's, shut the door, and lock it. Not more than 30 seconds later, the door handle is jiggled. I blare out, "Occupied!"
I followed the decorum in these situations; lift / put down the toilet seat. Wash hands. Knowing a nice lady is politely waiting her turn, I knew I had to have grand exit. So I tear open the door that would make Kramer proud [ala Seinfeld] to find out who would be looking eye-to-eye to. It's the lady at my table that I've been verbally sparring with.
A shit-ass eating grin splashes on my face, as I quip, "Yeah, that HAPPENED! It's open now." I strut by like a BOSS. By the time I returned to my seat I was amused by it all. She's gonna say something upon her return.
And she did, as expected.
#bathroomwars #bathroomdesignFAIL #didwhatwasneeded
Some many questions:
Tacoma, WA - Historic 1625, a wedding. With open bar, basically declaring open season on the kegs of brewage. You know I'm gonna rock that ISH!! Of course, consumption of brew will lead to the following ... 1) fun 2) great jokes 3) hilarity ensuing 4) bad life decisions 5) coyote-ugly hook-ups and the list can go ad nauseam!
One of those, not listed, is the sudden urge to use the restroom. Simple enough in civilized society, right? Wrong! Below is a photo of the restrooms:
I discovered quickly that down that hallway was a family bathroom, and a women's bathroom. No men's! The family restroom is occupied. The women's has the door opened, light's on, and not occupied. Upon asking out loud where the men's? A catering staff member answered by bellowing, "It's located downstairs!". If the reading audience knows anything about me... yeah, eff all that. I bomb into the women's, shut the door, and lock it. Not more than 30 seconds later, the door handle is jiggled. I blare out, "Occupied!"
I followed the decorum in these situations; lift / put down the toilet seat. Wash hands. Knowing a nice lady is politely waiting her turn, I knew I had to have grand exit. So I tear open the door that would make Kramer proud [ala Seinfeld] to find out who would be looking eye-to-eye to. It's the lady at my table that I've been verbally sparring with.
A shit-ass eating grin splashes on my face, as I quip, "Yeah, that HAPPENED! It's open now." I strut by like a BOSS. By the time I returned to my seat I was amused by it all. She's gonna say something upon her return.
And she did, as expected.
#bathroomwars #bathroomdesignFAIL #didwhatwasneeded
Some many questions:
- Would you do the same in my situation?
- Have you already done the same?
- Have you ever bombed into the "wrong" restroom? What did you do?
- For bros only - have you ever invited the totty at the club waiting in a long line for the ladies to the men's bathroom stall that was unused?
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