I have to be honest with you guys.
I had a really bad night Saturday night.
In fact, I cried. Twice.
I did the most embarrassing thing I have ever done.
Yes, EVER. Hands down, EVER.
And it is true I could keep it to myself and never let you all know,
but then I wouldn't be being my "authentic self" (I heard that in church one time),
and since we are all SO CLOSE, I am going to let you in on my shame.
Okay so, it all went down at a local Mexican restaurant.
I was in a lot of pain so I took one of my pain meds, Tramadol.
Tramadol makes me a little loopy, and emotional.
But like I said, I was really hurting so I just took it even though I hate taking it.
Shortly thereafter, I had to go to the bathroom....
So I got up, and I remember being in kind of a haze.
I went in and remembered thinking that the bathroom looked weird.
But I had to go and nothing was going to distract me, so I entered the stall...
And that is when it happened.
I hear the door creak open, and I could see through the rather large crack in the stall I was in.
(The only stall by the way.... which I ONLY at that point started thinking was weird).
AND THEN A MAN WALKS IN.
An old, fat, bald man....
I started to panic. A MAN in the WOMEN'S BATHROOM!
WHAT A PERVERT!
In front of my stall was the sink mirror, so I saw the man's back--
--as he turned around to PEE in the URINAL.
Oh yes, that is right friends. I went into the MEN'S restroom.
I was mortified and jumped up and scooted all the way over to the wall so he couldn't see through the massive crack into the stall. My face started going hot and my ears started seriously ringing.
AND HE TOOK FOREVER! He s l o w l y washed ever inch of his hands,
and then got a towel to dry each and every spot.... of his hands, arms, face and head.
And I was breaking out in hives. What if another man who had to poop walked in?
Would he wait for me to come out of the stall? If I stayed in there too long would the restaurant manager come in? Would they call the police thinking I am a perv? And, how was I going to exit without anyone seeing me?
Finally the huge dude left the bathroom, I waited a few seconds and SPRINTED out of there.
And yes, people saw me leaving the men's restroom.
One middle aged lady poked her husband and giggled.
Another couple in the corner rolled their eyes as I did a weird half smile shrug thing.
I went back to the booth where my husband sat completely unaware, put my head down
and teared up. Don't ask me why I was so emotionally wrecked over this.
Blame the Tramadol I guess!
And that, friends is my shame.
That was also followed by getting a large amount of cheese in my hair and
then (still) being in so much pain that I couldn't even cut up my quesadilla
(that would be the second crying incident). Husband took it from me
and cut it into bite sized pieces for me without making a comment about
me crying. What a good husband.
Try not to make too much fun of me now, okay?
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