Bathroom encounters
Dec. 4th, 2010 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marinessLike most people, I suspect, when I go to the movies, I just, well, go to the movies. Sure, with the wheelchair/cane things occasionally get a little more interesting for access, but that's about it.
And then we have yesterday. Which was less a movie day and more a freak out at the disabled stall day. But I anticipate.
My brother was off work, so we decided to head to the movies in the morning, when it's cheaper. I went to see Tangled, he went to see Harry Potter. Afterwards, I went into the bathroom. Slight problem. Every stall was empty – except, of course, for the disabled stall. Since I was still a little dizzy from the film, I figured I'd wait. And wait. And wait. The woman finally emerged, looked at me, and had the grace to look a little embarrassed. "Sorry," she said.
I spent some time thinking of all of the snarky things I didn't say. Then, while rolling out of the disabled stall I accidentally nearly clocked a woman coming out from the other side of the stalls with the disabled stall door. I apologized, she laughed, we went on with our lives.
On the way home, I got a call from S, asking if I wanted to head to the movies again that evening to watch cowboys and ninjas shoot each other up. I am all about ninjas, and I figured I had enough time for a nap, so, said, yes. I napped, S and C picked me up, and we headed to the same theater. I decided to go to the bathroom, and rolled to the back...
...nearly colliding with the same woman I'd nearly clocked with the disabled stall door earlier that day coming out of the same stall door. "Wait," she said. "Didn't we..."
"Yes, yes, we did."
Same woman. Same stall. I opened the disabled stall, shaking my head over the coincidence, rolled over some blood, started to transfer to the toilet seat, realized that I was standing in blood, freaked out, shot back into the chair, knocking over S's soda in the process, and squeaked.
If you are wondering how I would react in a horror movie, the answer is, not well. I squeaked again, pushed out, and looked down. Most of the blood had dried to a hellishly nasty color but just enough was still wet that my wheelchair was tracking it.
So I called out again. The woman I'd almost hit twice went and found a manager who returned and apologized profusely for the mess (and offered to help me to the next disabled stall – in another section of the theatre). It actually wasn't as much blood as I'd initially thought. Without trying to get too graphic, it was obvious that whatever had happened had started on the toilet and then continued while she transferred to a chair; bloody tissue was all over the place.
The woman turned to me. "No offense but I hope we never meet in a bathroom again."
I could only agree.
Between that and the movie (about which more in a separate post) I deserved a bookstore trip so I got one, which added together meant that I am really wiped today. So you will get the cowboy/ninja snark and a more detailed conversation about Tangled later.
And then we have yesterday. Which was less a movie day and more a freak out at the disabled stall day. But I anticipate.
My brother was off work, so we decided to head to the movies in the morning, when it's cheaper. I went to see Tangled, he went to see Harry Potter. Afterwards, I went into the bathroom. Slight problem. Every stall was empty – except, of course, for the disabled stall. Since I was still a little dizzy from the film, I figured I'd wait. And wait. And wait. The woman finally emerged, looked at me, and had the grace to look a little embarrassed. "Sorry," she said.
I spent some time thinking of all of the snarky things I didn't say. Then, while rolling out of the disabled stall I accidentally nearly clocked a woman coming out from the other side of the stalls with the disabled stall door. I apologized, she laughed, we went on with our lives.
On the way home, I got a call from S, asking if I wanted to head to the movies again that evening to watch cowboys and ninjas shoot each other up. I am all about ninjas, and I figured I had enough time for a nap, so, said, yes. I napped, S and C picked me up, and we headed to the same theater. I decided to go to the bathroom, and rolled to the back...
...nearly colliding with the same woman I'd nearly clocked with the disabled stall door earlier that day coming out of the same stall door. "Wait," she said. "Didn't we..."
"Yes, yes, we did."
Same woman. Same stall. I opened the disabled stall, shaking my head over the coincidence, rolled over some blood, started to transfer to the toilet seat, realized that I was standing in blood, freaked out, shot back into the chair, knocking over S's soda in the process, and squeaked.
If you are wondering how I would react in a horror movie, the answer is, not well. I squeaked again, pushed out, and looked down. Most of the blood had dried to a hellishly nasty color but just enough was still wet that my wheelchair was tracking it.
So I called out again. The woman I'd almost hit twice went and found a manager who returned and apologized profusely for the mess (and offered to help me to the next disabled stall – in another section of the theatre). It actually wasn't as much blood as I'd initially thought. Without trying to get too graphic, it was obvious that whatever had happened had started on the toilet and then continued while she transferred to a chair; bloody tissue was all over the place.
The woman turned to me. "No offense but I hope we never meet in a bathroom again."
I could only agree.
Between that and the movie (about which more in a separate post) I deserved a bookstore trip so I got one, which added together meant that I am really wiped today. So you will get the cowboy/ninja snark and a more detailed conversation about Tangled later.
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Date: 2010-12-05 02:21 am (UTC)....ayyyyyyy!