This is a story from a couple months back...but well worth sharing.
One Sunday morning, while on shift at the Resturant for more fun, I was recovering from a minor cold. Since we don't have any tissue on the floor (sanitary issues) I have to go to the bathroom to blow my nose.
So, I'm standing in a bathroom stall, and apparently there is a lady in the stall over, and this is what I heard:
LD = lady
Me = again, me.
LD: (from inside her stall, said in a singsong voice) "I'm going to flush the toilet now."
(You hear her struggle to flush the toilet - it's one of the ones with a foot toilet handle...yeah.) Then..."Oh, it doesn't want to flush" *giggle* "Oh, I'm trying to flush the toilet again."
*toilet flushes*
Me: *trying desperately not to laugh outloud...I'm waiting to see if she's going to continue narrating or if she realizes I'm still standing in the bathroom.*
LD: (turns on the sink) "I'm washing my hands...ooooh, look at the nice pink soap."
*water turns off*
LD: (You hear the paper towel dispenser spit out a towel or two...meanwhile she's narrating) "Now I'm drying my hands, drying my hands."
*crumpling paper towels*
LD: *opens door* "Now I'm opening the door and going home!"
Me: (after she's left of course) "Thank all that's holy that you are."
Does anyone else think something might be wrong? After this incident, I couldn't help but think : what have I gotten myself into?
One Sunday morning, while on shift at the Resturant for more fun, I was recovering from a minor cold. Since we don't have any tissue on the floor (sanitary issues) I have to go to the bathroom to blow my nose.
So, I'm standing in a bathroom stall, and apparently there is a lady in the stall over, and this is what I heard:
LD = lady
Me = again, me.
LD: (from inside her stall, said in a singsong voice) "I'm going to flush the toilet now."
(You hear her struggle to flush the toilet - it's one of the ones with a foot toilet handle...yeah.) Then..."Oh, it doesn't want to flush" *giggle* "Oh, I'm trying to flush the toilet again."
*toilet flushes*
Me: *trying desperately not to laugh outloud...I'm waiting to see if she's going to continue narrating or if she realizes I'm still standing in the bathroom.*
LD: (turns on the sink) "I'm washing my hands...ooooh, look at the nice pink soap."
*water turns off*
LD: (You hear the paper towel dispenser spit out a towel or two...meanwhile she's narrating) "Now I'm drying my hands, drying my hands."
*crumpling paper towels*
LD: *opens door* "Now I'm opening the door and going home!"
Me: (after she's left of course) "Thank all that's holy that you are."
Does anyone else think something might be wrong? After this incident, I couldn't help but think : what have I gotten myself into?
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