Imagine these on a female human, about 65+ by guess;
Dyed, permed blonde hair
Super-shiny leopard and tiger print shirt
Typical shiny jewelry
Drew Carrey's Mimi make-up.
Now, she comes in every Saturday and never says a thing to us about what she wants until the last minute. We can't keep track of every single regular customer's likes, and we don't have "italian pizza." Its italian sausage.. I realize sausage is more than one syllable, but damn.
And we go through that, and about 10 minutes or so later, I go to the ladies' room.
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handicap area|
----------door--|
reg. stall| |
--------- |
sink |
-----------door |
Small area, and as you can see, soon as you walk in, you see the handicap stall.
I walk in, and see the above woman stand-peeing WITH THE DOOR OPEN and throwing TP on the floor every few seconds after WIPING WHILE PEEING.
Bleh. In the stall... thinking of other things, hearing no TP rips when she finishes, but I do hear her shake herself back n forth... (big jewelry, remember?)
Gah...
Leave my stall, and she's squirting soap aaallll over the sink. To which I glare.
Then, she can't seem to get the paper out of the (PULL HERE \/) slot. Can't even find the slot.
She makes me show her, and I while she is there, I bite my tongue, put on some bathroom gloves, and pick up the tinkle TP in her stall.
I push her back from the garbage can (beside sink) and put as much emphasis on throwing it away as I can.
I continue tossing the pee paper in the can as she stands there bewildered by my act.
Take THAT you shiny walrus, I say in my head.
And for good measure, before she leaves, I flush the toilet twice (it needed it >_<).
Dyed, permed blonde hair
Super-shiny leopard and tiger print shirt
Typical shiny jewelry
Drew Carrey's Mimi make-up.
Now, she comes in every Saturday and never says a thing to us about what she wants until the last minute. We can't keep track of every single regular customer's likes, and we don't have "italian pizza." Its italian sausage.. I realize sausage is more than one syllable, but damn.
And we go through that, and about 10 minutes or so later, I go to the ladies' room.
-----------
handicap area|
----------door--|
reg. stall| |
--------- |
sink |
-----------door |
Small area, and as you can see, soon as you walk in, you see the handicap stall.
I walk in, and see the above woman stand-peeing WITH THE DOOR OPEN and throwing TP on the floor every few seconds after WIPING WHILE PEEING.
Bleh. In the stall... thinking of other things, hearing no TP rips when she finishes, but I do hear her shake herself back n forth... (big jewelry, remember?)
Gah...
Leave my stall, and she's squirting soap aaallll over the sink. To which I glare.
Then, she can't seem to get the paper out of the (PULL HERE \/) slot. Can't even find the slot.
She makes me show her, and I while she is there, I bite my tongue, put on some bathroom gloves, and pick up the tinkle TP in her stall.
I push her back from the garbage can (beside sink) and put as much emphasis on throwing it away as I can.
I continue tossing the pee paper in the can as she stands there bewildered by my act.
Take THAT you shiny walrus, I say in my head.
And for good measure, before she leaves, I flush the toilet twice (it needed it >_<).
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