Friday, October 2, 2009

Peepers creepers!

I was at Lupe Tortilla's tonight for my birthday dinner with my dear friend Tracy - I do love stretching out the birthday celebration as long as I possibly can. Anyway, toward the end of our evening, I excused myself from the table just long enough to run to the ladies' room. I walked into the restroom and saw a little boy crawling on the ground, peeking his head under one of the stalls, and then crawling all the way into that stall. I hoped that he actually knew the person in that stall but I wasn't sure. But I was faced with a more immediate problem: I had to go REEEEEEALLY bad and the only stall open was the one next to the crawling peeper. Should I wait? Should I risk it?

Mother nature won.

So I went into the open stall and played out the potential scenario in my head. No doubt he would peep his little head into my stall but which side would he attack me from? And what would I do? Would I kick him involuntarily and then claim self-defense? Would I step on his fingers to discourage further entry? Would I give him the evil eye and hope I scared him enough that he'd throw it in reverse and back the heck out? Probably not. I know myself well enough to know that I would say something loudly, in a SUPER cheery voice to get his mother's attention. Something like "Well, hi there! Where did you come from?! Are you looking for some toilet paper?! You know, in a few years you could get 10 to 20 for this!" Something to that effect.

Luckily, the little guy didn't peep in so I did all that worrying for nothing.

And now you've done all this reading for nothing . . .


Emma said...

totally would have done a combination of all of those!! I'm still grossed out that he was crawling around on that floor!!!!!!!!