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Stopped at a highway rest stop/food/gas station place yesterday. The washrooms are the no-door maze entry type. Walking into the washrooms ahead of me is a man holding hands with a boy about 3 years old; they turn right into the mens side, I turn left into the ladies side. A couple of seconds later the young boy runs past me, giggling maniacally. He was followed by the man another second later, running and yelling 'Excuse me! So sorry! Pardon me!' with every other step. The man catches up to the young boy by the sinks area, scoops him up and carries the still giggling boy out, repeating his apologies to all inside. He was in the ladies side for maybe 12 seconds total. I'm trying not to laugh (and encourage the kid), a small girl waiting outside the cubicles for her mother was pointing and cheerfully calling out 'There's a boy in the girls room!' another lady was also clearly trying not to laugh, and third woman was at the sink washing her hands giving them the most disgusted look ever. I went over to the cubicles area to stand in line and me and the other amused woman exchanged a few pleasantries and the disgusted lady kept muttering to herself and getting herself more and more agitated looking.
Finished in the washroom I was waiting in line to order coffee when I noticed the disgusted woman in front of me, making a scene at the cash:
'That pervert shouldn't be allowed to do that, he was barging in on the women, people could have been NAKED! What if someone was NAKED! You need to call the police immediately, he needs to be arrested. He's probably not even that boys father. Perverts like that shouldn't have children!' After getting fed up when the cashier kept telling her there was nothing he would do, and if the lady thought it required police involvement she would have to call them herself she finally left.
I did tell the cashier what happened and that the man seemed to be in no way trying to perv at people in the washroom. I also left him my cell number in case Stick-Up-Her-Ass actually did call the police (and never heard so I hope she didn't) but wow. Just wow. Congratulations to this lady if she raised kids and never once had one of them take away their hand and pull a runner, and congratulations to her if she never once had to crack open the door of a mens room and call to her son to see if he'd drowned or what he thought he was doing, but seriously, LIGHTEN THE F UP. Occasionally kids get away, what was the dad supposed to do, just never go get his son? At least the kid looked like he was having fun
Finished in the washroom I was waiting in line to order coffee when I noticed the disgusted woman in front of me, making a scene at the cash:
'That pervert shouldn't be allowed to do that, he was barging in on the women, people could have been NAKED! What if someone was NAKED! You need to call the police immediately, he needs to be arrested. He's probably not even that boys father. Perverts like that shouldn't have children!' After getting fed up when the cashier kept telling her there was nothing he would do, and if the lady thought it required police involvement she would have to call them herself she finally left.
I did tell the cashier what happened and that the man seemed to be in no way trying to perv at people in the washroom. I also left him my cell number in case Stick-Up-Her-Ass actually did call the police (and never heard so I hope she didn't) but wow. Just wow. Congratulations to this lady if she raised kids and never once had one of them take away their hand and pull a runner, and congratulations to her if she never once had to crack open the door of a mens room and call to her son to see if he'd drowned or what he thought he was doing, but seriously, LIGHTEN THE F UP. Occasionally kids get away, what was the dad supposed to do, just never go get his son? At least the kid looked like he was having fun
The only time I would think of removing my clothing in a public restroom would be if I had to change for work, and there were no other option. And I would make damn sure the stall door was FIRMLY shut and locked, and would make sure that my bare feet never came close to touching the floor.
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