3 years ago
Monday, January 24, 2011
I've been meaning to blog about this for a week or so, but just haven't gotten around to it. Friday, the 14th, I had a doctor's appointment in Lubbock and my parents were here to go with us. Of course, we have at least 1, if not 2 potty stops along the way, and one of them is in Matador at a Shell station owned and operated by women (read: they have a GREAT restroom).
By the time we got there, I was in pretty dire straits and eager to get inside. I was also ready to get out of the car and stretch my back which by this time was already getting sore.
So, Mom and I head to the bathroom and are both standing at the sink washing our hands and talking nonchalantly. Mindlessly, I leaned forward with my elbows on the sink to stretch my back out and all of a sudden, I hear this loud, mechanical sound.
We both turn around and realize I had triggered the hands-free, motion-activated dispenser.
Just picture it: A very large and in charge pregnant girl, just trying to get some relief for her aching back and not quite used to the ba-donk-a-donk rear end she has developed or it's potential power.
It's a good thing I had just gone to the restroom because Mom and I laughed so hard we both were crying.
One of the owners then came out of the third stall and we explained what had happened and she joined in our giggles.