Mar
28
And it wasn’t some mediocre crisis, either. It wasn’t a fender-bender. It wasn’t running out of sugar while baking cookies, however that is terrible if that happens. I drank a large coke right before they locked the bathrooms at school. It. Was. A. Nightmare.
But first you have to know that crazy people run our school, and they lock the bathrooms as soon as the final bell rings. However, they usually leave two bathrooms at the back of the school open. Or so it would seem.
After I “Point of Personal Privileged” myself out of the debate, I strolled down the hall to the bathroom that was supposed to be opened. I turned to the girls’ door and—it was LOCKED!
Up until now I had been really optimistic about the whole situation, and with this newfound door lockage, I was really upset. With a ’shit, no’ I turned around to go back. Upon turning, I see the boys’ room. It’s unlocked.
And I have to say, I’m glad I’m a girl after seeing the state of that bathroom. It was just GROSS! Unsanitary! I don’t know what was on the wall in there, but it wasn’t something that a girl puts there!!
The moral of the story is this: It’s ridiculous to leave only a boys’ bathroom unlocked. But if you are a small girl filled with a large coke, you can tough it out, because you are a trooper.
March 28th, 2007 at 10:49 pm
At least there’s not tampon dispensers. Ew! oh, and should you find yourself in this situation again, do NOT eat any little pink cakes you may find around the room. Just a Helpful Polt Hint!
HUGS…
March 29th, 2007 at 1:53 pm
Olivia, I know it was a challenge to overcome this forbidden area of masculine wretchedness, but I think this experience will serve you well in the future. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been forced by ridiculously long lines at bars and sporting events to venture into the men’s room. You’ve emerged relatively unscathed though, and it only gets easier from here. Oh, and next time you should take a friend to run interception at the door. The last thing you want is to emerge from a harrowing experience in a stall to stares from strange men with their little soldiers in their hands.
March 29th, 2007 at 6:18 pm
Or NOT-so little soldiers, Helen, as the case may be.
HUGS…
March 29th, 2007 at 9:13 pm
Polt, you are a dirty, dirty boy and I like it!
And in case you care, I decided to post a blog about why women go the bathroom together, because I knew the suspense was killing you.