This past weekend I met up with my brother and two of my sisters in Phoenix to surprise my dad for his 70th birthday, which is actually today. Happy Birthday Dad!
Me and my Dad
We had a great time and it was fun to laugh with and talk with my siblings. Without the spouses and kids it reminded me of growing up together and we had a great time. It was wonderful to see my dad and his wife, Rosemary. I enjoyed spending time with them and visiting and the delicious food Rosemary made for us. It was an experience I wont soon forget.
Robin, me, Dad, David, Sally and Lainey
My sister Robin posted on her blog, http://robinblogz.blogspot.com/, about the trip a little and my misadventure into the men's restroom at a gas station. I would like to share the story from my perspective.
So we pull into the Shell station and head inside. I am busy gabbing away and not paying any particular attention to where I am going. My bladder is urging me on to the bathroom and I come to the door and open it, still talking to my sister. As I walk into the bathroom my thoughts go something like this, "Wow. This is a big bathroom", "Hmmm, there are urinals in this bathroom." "What's that? There is a man, using the urinals in this bathroom." By this time I am a good 5 feet into the bathroom. "Wait, is this the ladies room?" At which point I let out a high pitched "Ahggg" and turn and run out. As I leave, the man at the urinal, who probably has that public peeing anxiety, yells "F*** Off!" Which makes me laugh even more. My sister, Robin, hurried with me into the ladies room where we laughed at the angry urinal peeing man. Robin continued to laugh at me for walking into the men's room in the first place. I was afraid to leave the bathroom, for fear he would be waiting for me. But I think he was too embarrassed.
This is a problem for me. It is the third time I have done this. The first time I walked into a men's room there was no one in there. The second time was at Edward's theatre right after a show had let out and the bathroom was packed. That being the case, I didn't get very far because a bathroom packed with men is very different from a bathroom packed with women and the difference was so obvious that I knew immediately I had made a mistake. A bathroom packed with women is noisy, and there is a lot of standing and primping in front of the mirrors. A bathroom packed with men is quiet with a lot of standing, NO primping, and avoiding eye contact. It is a stark contrast. That time I managed not to squeal "Ahgg" and instead just silently turned myself around and left. I think the only people who saw me were the gentleman who opened the door for me and the one I passed on his way in as I was exiting.
I have of course, intentionally used men's rooms before. I've done this at conferences when the majority of people in attendance were women and there was no one using the men's room. I did this at the Yamaha Motorcycle shop when some unfortunate woman apparently required 45 minutes to do her business in the single stall woman's bathroom. I've done this at BYU Women's conference, and at an educational seminar. Perhaps it is all these explainable usages that seem to undermine my discernment when entering public bathrooms, resulting in angry peeing men shouting profanities at me.
So we pull into the Shell station and head inside. I am busy gabbing away and not paying any particular attention to where I am going. My bladder is urging me on to the bathroom and I come to the door and open it, still talking to my sister. As I walk into the bathroom my thoughts go something like this, "Wow. This is a big bathroom", "Hmmm, there are urinals in this bathroom." "What's that? There is a man, using the urinals in this bathroom." By this time I am a good 5 feet into the bathroom. "Wait, is this the ladies room?" At which point I let out a high pitched "Ahggg" and turn and run out. As I leave, the man at the urinal, who probably has that public peeing anxiety, yells "F*** Off!" Which makes me laugh even more. My sister, Robin, hurried with me into the ladies room where we laughed at the angry urinal peeing man. Robin continued to laugh at me for walking into the men's room in the first place. I was afraid to leave the bathroom, for fear he would be waiting for me. But I think he was too embarrassed.
This is a problem for me. It is the third time I have done this. The first time I walked into a men's room there was no one in there. The second time was at Edward's theatre right after a show had let out and the bathroom was packed. That being the case, I didn't get very far because a bathroom packed with men is very different from a bathroom packed with women and the difference was so obvious that I knew immediately I had made a mistake. A bathroom packed with women is noisy, and there is a lot of standing and primping in front of the mirrors. A bathroom packed with men is quiet with a lot of standing, NO primping, and avoiding eye contact. It is a stark contrast. That time I managed not to squeal "Ahgg" and instead just silently turned myself around and left. I think the only people who saw me were the gentleman who opened the door for me and the one I passed on his way in as I was exiting.
I have of course, intentionally used men's rooms before. I've done this at conferences when the majority of people in attendance were women and there was no one using the men's room. I did this at the Yamaha Motorcycle shop when some unfortunate woman apparently required 45 minutes to do her business in the single stall woman's bathroom. I've done this at BYU Women's conference, and at an educational seminar. Perhaps it is all these explainable usages that seem to undermine my discernment when entering public bathrooms, resulting in angry peeing men shouting profanities at me.
Darn angry peeing men!
4 comments:
There are better ways to find nekked men you know.
Hysterical.
When Robin got back in the car she was panting and said "Kristen has to tell you something". It was a good story then but even funnier now in writing. I think it's so funny that the guy's instinctive reaction was to yell "F off!", rather than "Hey!" or "get out of here" or something like that. Like you went in there on purpose to play a mean trick on him.
You are a men's bathroom party crasher.
This is so funny, and I can imagine the two of you laughing so hard when you got in the car.
I am so glad you guys had such a great time.
This story made me cry I laughed so hard.
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