When stall is said and done...

I don’t prefer to “tee-tee” in public; but sometimes it is an evil necessity – like today. I started my day, entirely too early, but aside from that…with my usual coffee (by the gallon), followed by my diet dr. pepper, oh how I love diet dr. pepper. I saw no less than 12 patients before lunch, which in theory is not a-whole-lot, but for an NP student, that is moving and shaking and moving some more. Before I knew it, it was lunch time, a very special lunch time as it was one of my fellow WHNP students (we call ourselves the Whoo – Whoo girls…need I explain what a whoo-whoo is? Hint: WOMEN’S HEALTH…I figured that would cue the light bulb)…anyway, it was her birthday…Red Lobster (her pick) here we come. We are seated quickly, and I am at rest just long enough to realize that my bladder is so full…well, like…..SO full! Anyways, I run (waddle) to the ladies room and go to my usual place…the handicapped stall. I am not sure if I am drawn to that stall because #1, I have small children and when you are tinkling with small children present there is NO WAY you can all fit in a “regular” stall; #2 it is bigger and always appears somewhat cleaner, or #3, I tend to be a creature of habit and as habit has it, that is where I ended up.

Of course, for the first time ever - in walked a lady that needed the handicapped stall; my heart sank. I immediately thought to myself…would I have parked in a handicapped parking spot?…Uhhhh, nope, notta chance. That is illegal and people get tickets for that; I’m sure that Mark has written a ticket (or 10) for such an offense. I felt horrible, just horrible…

From now on this able bodied, caffeine addict will make a more conscious effort not to park in the handicapped stall out of my habits of motherhood, fears of germs, or my tendency to wander to the back corner of any public ladies room…from now on I will take a step in the right direction–into a regular stall.

Any Questions?
© Chaos