FHE Bowling & Self-Effacing Humor
Tonight for family night we went over to the Texas A&M's student center to go bowling. My score - I finished last - was a measly 63 - my two year old scored 64. Anyhow, my post isn't really about that, but what happened at the end of the game. Andrew needed to use the restroom and since Mike had already made one trip there with him that night - I couldn't really get him to take Andrew so I had to take him. When asking about where the restrooms were located the girl informed me that the first three stalls in the women's restroom were "female urinals".
Female urinals? I was intrigued - no, excited to reach the restroom and see exactly what this meant. I acted like, "Gee, that's strange but I'll never use one of those..." But inside I knew I was up for the experience. (It's kind of been a secret jealousy of mine - I have four brothers and now two sons.) Anyhow, when we got there I got Andrew situated in his stall and headed back to the urinals. Amazingly I found an image of the internet of the actual urinals in that very bathroom - some site catalogs all of the female urinals around the country - most seemed to be at universities.
Well, there weren't any instructions and I was pretty sure I could figure it out on my own. At first, everything seemed to be going pretty well - it was kind of fun - but then suddenly things spiraled out of control(literally) and I was left with a mess.
The thing about peeing on yourself as an adult is that you still have to pull up your pants and move on. It's kind of weird. You just stand there for a second not knowing what to do. No diaper bag change of clothes - no patient mother to sort out the mess. Just mother and her own mess. I actually feel really bad for the janitors. Oh well...
It appears there used to be instructions above the urinal on the wall - I looked and they weren't there tonight. I REALLY could have used those...
In the end, the question is - were people - women specifically - demanding to get these installed in the restroom? Did anyone think, "Man, I sure wish we had female urinals. That would be soo much better..."? And have any of you experienced the female urinal? If so, was your experience much like mine or were you more of a "natural"?
p.s. There's a part of me that wants to go back there and master that thing. Just to regain some self respect.
4 comments:
chels, i just about peed my pants reading that story. I guess they could be a good idea, but i would laught histerically every time i used it. Is this the future???
Reminds me of Japan. Every "American" toilet over there had instuctions. Because when they first introduced the toilet to the asian people they would stand on the toilets and squat. So many of the people broke their ankles that they made it a law to put instructions on the toilets.
Anyway - I never even knew that there was a "female" toilet. That's hillarious about you sister. How embarrassing!
Is it ok that I'm stalking your blog? (: And what a darling blog it is. I hadn't seen pictures of your kids since they were tiny and my gosh- how gorgeous they all are! I love your posts. I totally have that book Deceptively Delicious and we were so obsessed with the first two seasons of 24 that we had to stop it completely!
I had fun catching up on you guys- much aloha- Patria
That story is sooo funny! I received an email the other day that I will forward to you so you can forward to your sister. After her experience she will really appreciate it!
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