It is time for another embarrassing moment post. This happened the week of this Halloween. My dear fiance Brent took me out to dinner at a lovely little place called La Jolla Groves in the Riverbottoms. Well, when I had almost finished dinner, nature called and I excused myself to the lady's room. I walked in, grateful no one else was in their to hear me do my business. My first thought was, huh, they must have remodeled the bathroom. I could have sworn their was more than one stall. I also admired the fancy baby changing station within the stall. Just as I was finishing taking a dump...er...doing my business, I heard the door open and I heard a little boy's voice whimper, "I gotta pee!" Great, now someone had to wait for me to finish using the stall.
Then I heard an interesting noise. It was a grunt from the adult accompanying the child. A very deep one.
Oh. My. Word.
While still sitting on the john, I peered underneath the stall.... sure enough, man shoes. There was no way I was getting out of this one. My next thought was, "Since when do they put baby changing tables in the MEN'S room?????" I flushed and FLEW out the stall and out the door, not even stopping to wash my hands. Thankfully the dad and son were using a urinal I had failed to notice right next to the sink, and didn't seem to see me. Unfortunately, I don't think they could have missed the sound of my clonking heels. I rushed straight to the actual lady's facilities to wash my hands, and recover from my mortification.
When I left the bathroom, I felt like every waiter walking by must have noticed what I'd done and I felt their judging eyes tell me what an idiot I was. Let's just say, when I returned to the table, Brent had quite the laugh.
At least I have someone who will laugh with me now. :)
