Okay, I'll just come right out and say it. I
hate going into public washrooms. I'm by no means a gemaphobe, but the
idea of touching all of those shared surfaces makes my skin crawl.
Despite this, I found myself in one on Thursday evening I blame my
mother. Yes, that's right, my mother.
You see, a man had stopped by our table (we were in a coffee pub) and unceremoniously decided to join us. "May I sit?" he asked, as he half pushed Mom over in the booth. We had seen him in the restaurant a couple of times and Mom being Mom had politely said "hello" but that's as far as it went.
Sharing a large ceasar salad (2 forks) we were going about our business when we heard "isn't it supposed to be the other way around?" Mom was nibbling off my plate so he was commenting on the fact that it's usually the kid that steals from the parent's plate.(At this point I recalled that Mom HAD mentioned to the guy in passing on a previous visit that we were mother/daughter.)
Mom hasn't met a person she doesn't like (at first glance) and quite frankly, it annoys me to no end. Stopping to have needless conversations (particularly when I'm trying to get somewhere) is another pet peeve of mine.
Anyway, the guy was overstaying his (limited) welcome, so I tried the old "let's go to the restroom" trick, telling Mom I was heading out. Expecting her to take the life-line and follow, I was shocked when she didn't try to excuse herself from what was becoming a very awkward situation. The guy was prattling on about how he was doing this, that, and the other for the community, and how he single-handedly planned to save the world. I could see that Mom was thisclose to an eye roll, so I thought my clever (if somewhat unoriginal) break into the one-sided conversation, would not only be appreciated, but seized upon. I was wrong.
Instead, when I stood up and announced my intentions I get this response "okay." What? I'm sure the shock was written all over my face, but off I went, already trying to figure out how the heck I was going to open the very heavy bathroom door without touching anything and everything. I made it through, but I should have known it wouldn't end there...
Groping my way into the stall, I had just shut the cubicle door when I heard "Is anybody in here?" I knew it wasn't Mom but I jokingly answered "I'm here!" In truth I was hoping the lady would stick around long enough to help me on the way out. No such luck. Instead, I hear "Oh good I'm glad someone else is here because I can hardly see, I just had eye surgery." Oh goodie. I start laughing to myself knowing that if it's assistance she's after, she hit the wrong bathroom. :-)
Apparently though, this woman didn't want help, she wanted an audience. This was the one-sided conversation I heard from my side of the wall.
"I'm so glad I got my eyes done. My Dad came here from Italy one hundred and one years ago, it was that, or starve. It was so cold there. He had the chance to immigrate to the United States, but it was full. I'm so glad because I wouldn't have gotten this eye thing covered. I can finally see. We had a coal oven. My dad would shovel the coal into the stove of our our kitchen so we could be warm. Do you believe that? Yeah, I love that the hospital is free here."
Yeah, I'm not kidding. I wanted to look the lady in the eye and say 1) You're crazy. and two, "Gee, I'm so glad Canada gets your seal of approval thanks to your free medical ride." Honestly, I was so disgusted. Canada deserves so much better than that from her citizens. She is the home of free speech, free thinkers, free assembly. Free medical care is the bonus, not the sole reason to make your way here. I made sure that she left before making my way out of the stall. Seriously, if I didn't wait, I was going to end up confronting her or better yet, calling immigration to see if I could pin something on her to get her deported. :-)
And we wonder why some of our hospitals are on the verge of financial ruin. Ten to one she is a frequent visitor at her doctor's office because it's "free."
I KNEW I should have stayed out of that bathroom! :-0
You see, a man had stopped by our table (we were in a coffee pub) and unceremoniously decided to join us. "May I sit?" he asked, as he half pushed Mom over in the booth. We had seen him in the restaurant a couple of times and Mom being Mom had politely said "hello" but that's as far as it went.
Sharing a large ceasar salad (2 forks) we were going about our business when we heard "isn't it supposed to be the other way around?" Mom was nibbling off my plate so he was commenting on the fact that it's usually the kid that steals from the parent's plate.(At this point I recalled that Mom HAD mentioned to the guy in passing on a previous visit that we were mother/daughter.)
Mom hasn't met a person she doesn't like (at first glance) and quite frankly, it annoys me to no end. Stopping to have needless conversations (particularly when I'm trying to get somewhere) is another pet peeve of mine.
Anyway, the guy was overstaying his (limited) welcome, so I tried the old "let's go to the restroom" trick, telling Mom I was heading out. Expecting her to take the life-line and follow, I was shocked when she didn't try to excuse herself from what was becoming a very awkward situation. The guy was prattling on about how he was doing this, that, and the other for the community, and how he single-handedly planned to save the world. I could see that Mom was thisclose to an eye roll, so I thought my clever (if somewhat unoriginal) break into the one-sided conversation, would not only be appreciated, but seized upon. I was wrong.
Instead, when I stood up and announced my intentions I get this response "okay." What? I'm sure the shock was written all over my face, but off I went, already trying to figure out how the heck I was going to open the very heavy bathroom door without touching anything and everything. I made it through, but I should have known it wouldn't end there...
Groping my way into the stall, I had just shut the cubicle door when I heard "Is anybody in here?" I knew it wasn't Mom but I jokingly answered "I'm here!" In truth I was hoping the lady would stick around long enough to help me on the way out. No such luck. Instead, I hear "Oh good I'm glad someone else is here because I can hardly see, I just had eye surgery." Oh goodie. I start laughing to myself knowing that if it's assistance she's after, she hit the wrong bathroom. :-)
Apparently though, this woman didn't want help, she wanted an audience. This was the one-sided conversation I heard from my side of the wall.
"I'm so glad I got my eyes done. My Dad came here from Italy one hundred and one years ago, it was that, or starve. It was so cold there. He had the chance to immigrate to the United States, but it was full. I'm so glad because I wouldn't have gotten this eye thing covered. I can finally see. We had a coal oven. My dad would shovel the coal into the stove of our our kitchen so we could be warm. Do you believe that? Yeah, I love that the hospital is free here."
Yeah, I'm not kidding. I wanted to look the lady in the eye and say 1) You're crazy. and two, "Gee, I'm so glad Canada gets your seal of approval thanks to your free medical ride." Honestly, I was so disgusted. Canada deserves so much better than that from her citizens. She is the home of free speech, free thinkers, free assembly. Free medical care is the bonus, not the sole reason to make your way here. I made sure that she left before making my way out of the stall. Seriously, if I didn't wait, I was going to end up confronting her or better yet, calling immigration to see if I could pin something on her to get her deported. :-)
And we wonder why some of our hospitals are on the verge of financial ruin. Ten to one she is a frequent visitor at her doctor's office because it's "free."
I KNEW I should have stayed out of that bathroom! :-0
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