Or, things you do when you're pregnant and have a toddler in tow
New Daddy got home from work around 5:00, and we headed over to the chiropractor for his adjustment. After the lengthy visit, we were hungry, and Precious was tired and hungry. We had planned to have a quick adjustment and have time to run by Home Depot and the grocery so I could get a few things to fix supper with. Instead, we decided to look for a nearby place where we could eat quickly and then get home. We spotted a Subway and pulled in.
After we got our food, I took Precious to the bathroom. New Daddy wanted to come too, to wash his hands before he ate. While she did her business, New Daddy washed his hands. He was in a hurry to get back to our food, because he didn't really like leaving it out on the table alone. While I washed Precious' hands, he fiddled with the lock. We dried our hands and left.
Midway through our meal, a young lady tried to get into the bathroom. The door was locked and the light was on. She sighed and left. About five minutes later, I realized that no one had come out of the bathroom, and, come to think of it, I didn't remember anyone going in after us. After an "Aha!" moment, we realized that we had locked everyone out of the women's bathroom.
So, when the young lady returned, I decided to tell her that we were the ones who had accidentally locked the bathroom, and that we were planning to ask an employee to unlock the door before we left. She went and got someone and planted herself at the booth across from us (our booth was right next to the bathrooms). A few minutes later, an employee came with a pair of scissors, which didn't fit into the small hole. The employee left.
While we were waiting in uncomfortable silence, New Daddy suggested that she try the men's room. She did. After she shut the door, I could not help giggling in red-faced embarrassment. Less than two minutes later, she breezed past us and left the restaurant. After she left, New Daddy hopped up, and with his pocket knife, unlocked the door Bro. Chad-style in less than a minute. When the manager appeared to unlock the door, we told her that we were the culprits, and that we had also unlocked it.
At least our absent-mindedness made things a little more interesting-- and embarrassing-- than average...
New Daddy got home from work around 5:00, and we headed over to the chiropractor for his adjustment. After the lengthy visit, we were hungry, and Precious was tired and hungry. We had planned to have a quick adjustment and have time to run by Home Depot and the grocery so I could get a few things to fix supper with. Instead, we decided to look for a nearby place where we could eat quickly and then get home. We spotted a Subway and pulled in.
After we got our food, I took Precious to the bathroom. New Daddy wanted to come too, to wash his hands before he ate. While she did her business, New Daddy washed his hands. He was in a hurry to get back to our food, because he didn't really like leaving it out on the table alone. While I washed Precious' hands, he fiddled with the lock. We dried our hands and left.
Midway through our meal, a young lady tried to get into the bathroom. The door was locked and the light was on. She sighed and left. About five minutes later, I realized that no one had come out of the bathroom, and, come to think of it, I didn't remember anyone going in after us. After an "Aha!" moment, we realized that we had locked everyone out of the women's bathroom.
So, when the young lady returned, I decided to tell her that we were the ones who had accidentally locked the bathroom, and that we were planning to ask an employee to unlock the door before we left. She went and got someone and planted herself at the booth across from us (our booth was right next to the bathrooms). A few minutes later, an employee came with a pair of scissors, which didn't fit into the small hole. The employee left.
While we were waiting in uncomfortable silence, New Daddy suggested that she try the men's room. She did. After she shut the door, I could not help giggling in red-faced embarrassment. Less than two minutes later, she breezed past us and left the restaurant. After she left, New Daddy hopped up, and with his pocket knife, unlocked the door Bro. Chad-style in less than a minute. When the manager appeared to unlock the door, we told her that we were the culprits, and that we had also unlocked it.
At least our absent-mindedness made things a little more interesting-- and embarrassing-- than average...
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