Back To The Fun Stuff

Yesterday I was reading through my old posts and noticing a distinct change in what I was writing. It got very sad (we all know why), and then it became very self reflective/therapeutic. Well, I need to give you and myself some good ol' funny stories. Take yesterday for example:

I was having lunch with my friend Carrie and I went into the restroom to wash my hands. As I opened up the door I heard this pounding noise. I looked in to see a boy around 6 or 7 pounding on one of those motion sensor paper towel dispensers. I think I cocked my head to the side and gave a strange stare for many reasons:
1. Am I in the right bathroom?
2. If I am in the right bathroom, why is there a large boy in here?
3. Why is said boy POUNDING on the P. T. D.?

After he sees me giving the odd stare, he runs directly into the stall and slams the door shut. He's obviously scoping out the situation since his feet are right by the door. As I'm washing my hands, a grandma and little girl come out of one of the stalls. They wash their hands. The boy doesn't come out. (Is he in here by himself????). As the lady and little girl leave, the boy flings the door open, leaps one bound out of the stall and another bound toward the door and yells, "Wait!!!!" See, I kinda think he knew he was too old to be in the ladies bathroom and was embarrassed when I came in giving him the, "Aren't you a little too old to be in the ladies bathroom?" look. Or maybe he didn't want to get in trouble for giving the "beat-down" to the paper towels. Who knows? Who cares! It was funny!