The other day I was waiting for my food at a diner when I decided to use the restroom. It's a very small restroom, two stalls, hardly anyone is ever in it.
Except for this time, both stalls were taken, one of them by a mother with two toddler daughters, with her not bothering to close the stall door to hoist the younger girl over the toilet seat. As I entered the room, she was yelling "Why are you wearing a diaper? I thought you were wearing pull-ups today..." The occupant of the other stall came out and informed me that it didn't have any toilet paper left, and I'd have to take some from the other stall.
Of course, the harried mother hadn't even noticed I was there. As I pondered for a second whether to ask her for toilet paper, the other daughter tugged on her mother's sleeve. "Mommy, hurry up! I have to pee too!" Mommy turned her head around and yelled at her, "You'll have to wait! She's going poopies!"
I didn't have to go that badly. I waited until I got home.
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I <3 juvenile humor. I hope I never get so old and grizzly that stories like that don't make me giggle uncontrollably.
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