song of the weekend:
i still can't believe it.
there was quite the ruckus as i entered the
restaurant bathroom; two kids screaming and
their mother talking loudly into the cell
phone. i paused at the door and cursed my
decision to nip off to the loo before we
left, rather than crossing my legs and
sitting out the car ride home.
*sigh*, the last stall was open and i felt
impervious once the cheap, too-short metal
door was precariously latched and i was
safely seated... until a child's head popped
out from under the divider as she lay on
the questionably-wet ricotta tiled floor.
she squirmed around to face me, looking me
straight in the eyes as i sat; caught in the
act. it was utterly compromising and an oddly
humiliating experience, as she continued to
stare throughout my time on the toilette, which
was not brief...
i had the urge to scoot her head back over
to the other side of the divider with the
side of my shoe, but somehow i don't think
that would have gone over so well.
oblivious-cell-phone-mom gave me no
recognition as i exited awkwardly to the
sinks, brow furrowed at the oddity of the
situation i had just encountered.
i have always despised the olive garden.
note: server "travis a." as printed on
the receipt, is an incredibly attentive
and diligent server.
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