At the end of the meal I needed to use the restroom. So I went in and sat down to "do my thing". Suddenly a group of boisterous girls comes barging in. I guessed by their voices (and volume) that they were about 13 or 14. Since I work with this age of girls, I'm pretty fluent in their "language". Anyways....I'm trying to finish up when suddenly the girls decide they want to play a game of "Peek at Your Friends in the Next Stall". Unfortunately, they didn't realize they were looking into my stall. I knew it was coming because I could feel them climbing the walls on both sides of me and then saw their fingers. So I happened to look up to my right and when the girl popped her head over...I waved. And said, "Hi!" To which loud peals of laughter then greeted my ears. All three of them were so embarrassed that they crammed together in the handicapped stall. Very nice...We then proceeded to the bowling alley. Now I wouldn't say I'm a great
bowler, but for some reason Jim thought I needed to be in a league. He said I was a consistent thrower and that I threw a fast ball. Which I didn't believe, especially because I doubted that Jim could accurately gauge my speed. Unbeknowst to me, the screen tells you how fast your throwing. And I guess I do throw a pretty fast ball. While I didn't bowl my best game, or even my average, I did finish with a 119. Not too shabby for bowling every couple of months. I was also very flattered over Jim's compliments.I was very irritated that the alley wouldn't allow us to bowl a second game without paying an exhorbatant amount of money because of some "special" that they were getting ready to run. So we left and went to Frisch's for dessert and then headed home...where I proceeded to use my own private bathroom...where no one waves at me over the stall.
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I would just like to comment that it's very nice to be in a country that has seats on public toilets. Although no seat means you get some thigh toning in, sometimes you just don't want to deal with that.
On a different note, I'd think that even 13-14 year olds would be a little better about that kind of thing. I mean, they could've looked under the stall and realized your shoes didn't belong to any of their friends...
At least it happened in a restaurant. Think about who it might have been if you were in the bowling alley!
it was a funny follow-up when we left the restaurant and the culprits were leaving the restroom and passed us. they got all giggly again. *eye roll*
Trey makes a good point. I would MUCH rather it be the girls at Olive Garden than any of the crew we saw at the alley.
What a super funny story to come back to. Your blog is the first to be read after a relaxing vacation (see mine by tomorrow). :-D
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