Monday, April 27, 2009
When we were sitting around my mom's kitchen table telling stories, my mom joined in a with a story of her own. I had told my nephews the story of their dog and the other family dogs. We started telling funny stories and she piped in with a story of her own.
She said that she had gone to Costco to do some big shopping. She went to the bathroom first and shopped till she dropped. My mom had a knee replacement quite a few years ago and still hobbles along and uses a cane. If you ever spot a cute older woman with nice highlights in her hair with a cane in the eastern part of the Valley, be careful. She uses the cane like an extension of her arm swinging it this and that away. "Oh look, dear, isn't that cute? Look right there." And there goes the cane swinging wildly to point to whatever bright shiny object has captured her attention. I have told her she will need a wheelchair soon because I'm going to take that cane and commit a violent act with it. She laughs and thinks it's funny.
Anyway, she goes to the bathroom and then shops for a long time. In the line to pay, a lady comes up behind her to whisper in her ear, "I don't mean to embarrass you but you have a toilet seat cover stuck in your pants." My mom is so upset and says, "How come no one told me~!"
Okay. Confession time. I went out with my friend to a nice restaurant in town that has a nice bar, Penfolds Cattle Company. We went to the potty and as I came out to wash my hands, she started laughing and said that I had the seat cover stuck in my pants. Sigh. I have never done that one again.
I always give my ass a nice pat now when I leave the bathroom just in case. Of course, I am waiting for the day I leave with the toilet paper trailing behind me stuck to my shoe.