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Bathroom encounters
Dec. 4th, 2010 11:02 amLike 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. ( And here's where things get a bit gross in a bloody sort of way. )
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. ( And here's where things get a bit gross in a bloody sort of way. )
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.
