Well, I didn't think it would take long to get another installment of Come On, Gurl! My life is filled with these precious moments. Kings Island is full of sights and experiences that leave me scratching my head. You may think that with Kings Island closing soon, the number of entries will go down. I doubt it!
While visiting Kings Island for the last time, Lauren and I went to the bathroom. Whenever we go to the bathroom at a big place, I always make her stay with me in the same stall. The problem: Lauren always has to go first and then taunts me by starting to unlock the stall door as soon as my pants are down-and I'm at my most vulnerable. When she did it this time, I said, "Lauren! Why do you always do this to me?" Before she could answer, I hear a voice from the next stall over: "My son always does that to me, too. Last time we went to Target, he left his stall door open and someone came in on him. He was freaking out!"
Speaking of freaking out, I know my eyes bulged a little bit. There are two problems with that story: 1) That was not an example of your kid opening the stall door on you and 2) You're talking to a total stranger in a public restroom while sitting on a toilet. Really? Are we really going to share stories while we sit on a toilet, pants around our knees, the faint smell of feces in the air, separated only by a thin wall of steel? Is it just me or could that story have waited for hand-washing time?
Anyone who knows me knows I love to talk, but even I draw the line at toilet talking to strangers!
Come on, Gurl!!!!
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