So, I admit it
I had to go bathroom. I had just purchased food from the in-store snack joint at Target. And guess what? I brought the food, in packaging, into the bathroom.
Did I bring the actual food into the bathroom stall? No.
Did I bring the food near the stall? No. In fact, I placed it on the mirror shelf right to the left of the door.
Did I eat the food, in the stall, or say... while doing my business? Of course not.
But apparently this is some sort of disgusting act. And apparently a 8 (and a half) month pregnant woman who has little control over her bladder needs to reprimanded for her heinously disgusting act. Because you know, you being a size 2 and barely child rearing age have never been pregnant and had the urge to pee. Otherwise you would no better than to comment. OR ask me about the food (in packaging) in the public restroom. It is rarely (if ever) my first choice for dining. However, you, her mother, have decided to create an anti-germ hypo-phob of a daughter. One that can no more empathize with my situation than to blurt out the most obvious of other choices I have ("Can't you just leave the food out there?") Because, you know, us disgusting types, just do what we can. Even if that means bringing food into the restroom. Instead of say, leaving it where? On the floor, outside the restroom door?
Did I bring the actual food into the bathroom stall? No.
Did I bring the food near the stall? No. In fact, I placed it on the mirror shelf right to the left of the door.
Did I eat the food, in the stall, or say... while doing my business? Of course not.
But apparently this is some sort of disgusting act. And apparently a 8 (and a half) month pregnant woman who has little control over her bladder needs to reprimanded for her heinously disgusting act. Because you know, you being a size 2 and barely child rearing age have never been pregnant and had the urge to pee. Otherwise you would no better than to comment. OR ask me about the food (in packaging) in the public restroom. It is rarely (if ever) my first choice for dining. However, you, her mother, have decided to create an anti-germ hypo-phob of a daughter. One that can no more empathize with my situation than to blurt out the most obvious of other choices I have ("Can't you just leave the food out there?") Because, you know, us disgusting types, just do what we can. Even if that means bringing food into the restroom. Instead of say, leaving it where? On the floor, outside the restroom door?
