Rest Stop Encounter

So I was at a rest stop on my way back from Chicago on Saturday night …

And was just sitting down,

Innocently,

To take care of bizniz …

When I heard a woman and her very talkative young daughter enter the ladies room.

And from the sounds of things,

The young daughter took the stall next to mine.

“Mamma, I’ve got to pee real bad. Do you have to pee Mamma?”

“Yes dear, now just go.”

“Mamma, I’ve had to pee since we left Chicago.”

“You’ve held it a long time then.”

I’m listening to the conversation, sorta amused, sorta disturbed, you know …

When all of the sudden I hear something below me.

So I looked down and there was this little girl sticking her head under the stall wall …

Looking up at me.

“I’ve got to pee real bad. Do you have to pee ?”

Yikes !!!

“Ahhhh … not anymore … you just scared it right out of me,” I answered with a nervous laugh and shaking of my head.

“Jennifer !!!! How many times I have told you to not bother others like that ! I’m sorry !!”

Okay … now … generally speaking, I don’t engage in small talk in the ladies rest rooms … I’m still more than a bit fearful of possible negative reactions … okay, I’m still terrified of possible negative reactions ! 🙂

Oh sure, I’ll respond and observe … sometimes I just can’t help but share a sarcastic, borderline rude, but incredibly funny witty comment … but usually I’m in, do my thang, wash my hands if there are others in there, no if not, touch up the gloss and leave … but this was one of my first cross stall conversations … jinkies !!!

The pressure … what do I say? … how do I respond? … should I just ignore her?

Well … unfortunately, I didn’t … and I replied with:

“Oh, there’s no need to apologize. I was crawling around on a bathroom floor myself just last week. Of course, I was in a men’s rest room at the time … but, still, I can relate. It’s okay.”

Now personally, I found my response amusing on a couple of different levels, but it leads me to two questions …

First, I’m wondering who puts their hand in the back of my neck and moves my lips such that I say stuff like that ?? Who I ask ? Who ??

Then I’d also like to know that since it’s been pretty much decided that I’ve already got a seat in hell, does my seat in hell continue to worsen when I say stuff like that ?? Just curious.

“Of course, I was in a men’s rest room at the time … ”

Geezuz !! Whose turn was it to be watching me Saturday night ?? 🙂

Epilogue: Unless I was going to remain in the stall an uncomfortably long time, I had no choice but to exit and encounter Mamma and Jennifer. Which I did. Mamma apologized again, I did the friendly smile thing and maintained there was no need to apologize. Mamma told Jennifer to apologize to me. Eeeeek !!! That I didn’t want … who knows what she saw … or what she was going to say … little kids are the best readers of all !!! But as I was touching up my gloss … she came right up next to me and said … “I’m sorry for talking when I had to pee. You’re really pretty.” Ahhhh, too sweet. 🙂

So I wished them a nice night … and casually went on my way … though wanting to run as I fully expected to hear Jennifer add something like … “I want a penis just like the pretty lady has.” Oh, and for the record … she didn’t scare the piss right outta me … if anything, I froze … barely made it home, but I sure wasn’t going to stop at another rest room stop that night ! 🙂