Don’t you hate it when you have to go to the bathroom and it seems like the whole world is conspiring against you?
On Labor Day, I was in Home Depot with Perry and Deanna. Deanna and I took off on the traditional visit to the ladies room. We were in a hurry. OK, I was in a hurry. I had to go.
We went all the way to the back of the store and turned left. We were almost there when we hit a road block! They had closed the aisle for restocking. Ack!
You know how the sight or sound of water makes you have to go even worse? We had already come through the plumbing supplies. Now we had to go back through the plumbing supplies again. Ack!
I looked down the next aisle past all the toilets but our way was still blocked. Ack!
We continued past the bath tubs, shower heads, bathroom sinks, and more plumbing supplies. We were almost there. Deanna asked me if I was blogging this in my head. Yes, it’s my coping mechanism.
It was just past the kitchens, with all their sinks and faucets and sprayers. Oh, and the washing machines, dishwashers, and refrigerators with water dispensers. And more kitchen sinks, a la carte this time.
And the water fountain. Right outside the bathroom door. Is that a cruel joke? No, scratch that question. Of course it is. The question is, what kind of a joke? Do they put it there to taunt the desperate people who are coming ? Or is it to refill the kids as they leave, another cruel joke?
Waiting for the punch line? There is none, unless you count my desire to punch the guy who blocked my way to the bathroom, or the one who thought a water fountain outside the bathroom was a good idea. I’ve wanted to punch him for years.