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03 February 2008

I'm Feeling Small Also...(send me a message in small font) [More:]
Today I wish there was a Golden Retriever that could sleep with it's foot in my mouf.
My partner's father had a stroke and died this week.
posted by typewriter 03 February | 09:21
I have isolated this weekend and am now feeling lonely. I've kept busy today doing laundry and finishing my 'work at home' work for tomorrow.
posted by essexjan 03 February | 09:41
I'm sorry, typewriter.
posted by essexjan 03 February | 09:42
thanks jan. sorry to bring the thread down.
posted by typewriter 03 February | 10:14
I haven't been able to relax in three days.
posted by desjardins 03 February | 10:21
Typewriter, I'm so sorry.
posted by Elsa 03 February | 10:46
Thank you Elsa. I don't want to bring the small thread down, so I'll share with you a related 'feeling small' anecdote. After I dropped off my partner at the airport mere hours after he heard about his father's stroke, I was feeling quite out of sorts. I decided to run some errands and stopped off at a mega-Asian foods chain here in Canada called T and T. I had had a coffee with breakfast at the airport and now, some 40 minutes later needed to use the washroom. This particular store is quite new, and their facilities were still being worked on with construction guys onsite. But I had to go.....

Luckily, down another little hallway was the wheelchair facilities, one for men, one for women. I stood in front of the women's door, needing to pee in a serious fashion, staring at the sign on the door that said, "Locked when closed". Behind the door, I could hear a woman with several children that all needed peeing and changing. I asked in my pathetic Chinese through the door if she would be much longer. The mother didn't answer, but her kids did. "I didn't poo yet!" Great. Beside me was the men's wheelchair washroom.

Now, I am a modern young woman, I will readily admit to ducking into men's facilities when necessary. Usually this was in a more urban, artistic space like at a concert or a gallery or at the theatre. (There is one theatre that I always head for the men's washroom, because there is a single that almost no one knows about except mostly theatre people. Hee.) If I get caught, well, everyone smiles, who cares?

Anyway, inside the washroom, was a sink, a urinal, and a stall. Now, the urinal should've given me a clue. I *thought* that the door of the entire washroom locked, as that is what it said on the women's door, but no. To my horror, but maybe to your amusement, while I was relieving myself, I saw a pair of boots come in, stand at the urinal etc. Well. What could I do? I was still peeing. I'll just wait, I thought. How long could this guy be? Just then, another guy came in, and asked the urinal guy if there was anyone in the stall. Urinal guy didn't know, so new guy pushed on the stall door *which opened*!! I was pulling up my pants! This poor Chinese older man was so shocked he just slammed the door shut!

There was nothing to be done but finish getting dressed and leave. In the meantime, I could hear them speaking in Chinese about the woman in the stall. When I finally came out, professing in Chinese, "I didn't know, I didn't know," there were no less than 5 older Chinese men waiting to use the washroom!! One of them, upon seeing me, fled out the door. Another swore. I am sure I blushed red, and I booted my ass outta there, not looking anyone in the eye. I did buy my groceries though. Anyway, I felt pretty small, but at least it was funny.

posted by typewriter 03 February | 11:30
Hugs for all!
posted by ThePinkSuperhero 03 February | 15:46
I'm sorry for your loss, typewriter.

And in keeping with your story, at my brother's wedding (in a local Elks Lodge) I also needed to use the restroom. There were several stalls, so I chose one close to the door, and locked it. The lock was one of those sliding types. Well, as I was finishing up (still in crouch position, mind you), a very drunk woman burst in the door, grabbed the handle to my stall, and ripped the lock right off. Imagine our surprised faces! Then she had the nerve to tell me I should've locked the door! I felt very small, and more than a little indignant.
posted by redvixen 03 February | 16:53
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