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Monday I saw School of Rock with my honey. That is a funny movie. Seriously. So I was in high spirits when I ran to the ladies room afterwards. As I came in, there was one stall door closed, and behind it the sound of tinkling. All as it should be. So I choose a stall, put down the seat cover, do my business, you know. The whole time, the tinkling continues. This is not a trickle, by the way, we're talking waterfalls. The girl was like the Energizer bunny, I mean she just kept going, and going, and finally I just burst into giggles. I was laughing out loud, and I really wanted to ask the girl what had she been drinking, but I didn't want her to feel the need to get up and kick my ass. The floor was sticky enough in there. So I hid in my stall until she finished and left. By the time I got out of the bathroom my husband was about ready to send out a search party. I just said "girl stuff" and tried not to laugh as he gave me the obligatory look of terror.
Good times.
Good times.
