October 22, 2007
Okay, so you longtime readers know that I have this slight.. phobia.. of public restrooms. Granted, it’s become a lax phobia since I’ve been all knocked up and stuff, because I often don’t have enough time to gather my thoughts, much less pucker up the sphincter.
TODAY, AND I SHIT YOU NOT (no pun intended), I WAS SITTING IN THE BATHROOM, WAITING FOR IT TO EMPTY (you know, so I could have some privacy), AND A LADY CROUCHED DOWN AND SAID, “SARAH, ARE YOU OKAY IN THERE?”
She knew my shoes.
I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN.
2:00 pm
HA HA!
Or maybe she smelled you.
you’re such a ‘tard….
You’re freaking me out. Seriously. Freak out.
Ack! That makes me want to hide my feet in the loo! I do not like public bathrooms for private business, either, if ya know what I mean and I know you do. Don’t you love those potties that are your own private little room? Those are awesome.