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♥ [JGG] Don't Kick Down Doors In The Bathroom (O5/23/O9) |
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I'm always subjecting poor Dylan to my stories. Like, seriously. I feel bad for him, because of all the stupid stuff I manage to get myself into and tell him about.
WELL, NOW HE'S NOT ALONE. BWAHAHAHAHA!
You are all now my story-listening slaves. c:
AND I HAVE A STORY. GOODY FOR YOU!
It happened last summer. My friends and I were at the beach, hanging out in a tree by the giant lake thing in Confed. Park. All of a sudden, I had to go to the bathroom. Badly. So, we run around, trying to find a bathroom, until we stumble upon this dilapidated little ice cream shop, and HUZZAH! there's a bathroom attached.
Okay, the ice cream shop was a dead give-away about the condition of the bathroom. But I really had to go.
So, we open the door, and we smack into a wall of bathroom odour. You know those nasty toilets in the mall that you put toilet paper on the seat for, but you never use because you never touch the seat?
Think of that about a billion times worse. With flies. Lots of flies.
Wanting to get it over with, we start kicking down doors (for no apparent reason. Now that I reflect on it, it didn't make the trip any faster. xD).
But I always have the rotten luck.
So, I kick down one of the stall doors, and it bounces back, and I hear a loud thud on the floor, and a scream. I jumped back, and my friend Vivian runs up to me and she's like, "WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
Well, what I didn't know was that there had been a lady in there, bending down to pull up her pants until I'd kicked the door. It'd collided with her head, and she fell onto the nasty, fly-covered, sticky public restroom floor.
Ew.
Vanessa (my other friend, and Viv's sister.) yells, "RUN! THE POLICE ARE COMING!" as if it was a murder.
Well, it obviously wasn't a murder, because the poor woman pushes the stall door open and lets loose a stream of curses. I think she might've seen my face when I kicked the door, because she started to run after us.
With her jeans around her ankles.
We sprint out of the bathroom, and this woman freakin' follows us, still holding up her pants with one hand and screaming at me.
I blame the ice cream shop.
 chai high · Thu Mar 11, 2010 @ 04:33am · 0 Comments |
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