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Friday - Prissy Doesn't Pay
Sep. 30th, 2005 09:57 amAt the courthouse yesterday, I missed the first call of the 9 AM docket. After driving for 2 hours and having consumed 3 diet Cokes that morning, I really, really had to pee.
So I ran to the ladies room with the idea to be in and out of there in 2 minutes or less. However, of the 4 stalls, 2 of them were locked but empty, one of them was locked and occupied, and the handicapped stall had a broken lock, but was also occupied. I met the woman in there briefly and appoligized to her.
As a kid, I did that a few times - locked a bathroom stall and scooted out underneath because I thought it was funny. This was Karma biting me in the ass for those times.
I did think about crawling under the door. I can still fit. And I really did need to pee. But the idea of sliding under the door of a restroom in the courthouse was too disgusting to bear. Sure, it looked clean. But there is a general aura of ick about the entire courthouse. Maybe, if I were going home after traffic court rather than to work, I could have done it. At home, I could shower and change clothes. But I would be wearing these same clothes for hours.
No,I am too damn old for this, I thought.
So I waited. And waited. And waited. The lady in the available lockable stall finally finished what she was doing in there.
I got back to the courtroom as they were calling out the "J's." "Jamel, Tyrone?" "Jamison, Steve?" "Jeremy, Cynthia?" I had to raise my hand as someone who did not hear my name, and effectively was moved from my alphabetical position at the front of the line to my late-comers position at the end of the line. All because I was too prissy to slide under the door of a public restroom.
And so it goes.
So I ran to the ladies room with the idea to be in and out of there in 2 minutes or less. However, of the 4 stalls, 2 of them were locked but empty, one of them was locked and occupied, and the handicapped stall had a broken lock, but was also occupied. I met the woman in there briefly and appoligized to her.
As a kid, I did that a few times - locked a bathroom stall and scooted out underneath because I thought it was funny. This was Karma biting me in the ass for those times.
I did think about crawling under the door. I can still fit. And I really did need to pee. But the idea of sliding under the door of a restroom in the courthouse was too disgusting to bear. Sure, it looked clean. But there is a general aura of ick about the entire courthouse. Maybe, if I were going home after traffic court rather than to work, I could have done it. At home, I could shower and change clothes. But I would be wearing these same clothes for hours.
No,I am too damn old for this, I thought.
So I waited. And waited. And waited. The lady in the available lockable stall finally finished what she was doing in there.
I got back to the courtroom as they were calling out the "J's." "Jamel, Tyrone?" "Jamison, Steve?" "Jeremy, Cynthia?" I had to raise my hand as someone who did not hear my name, and effectively was moved from my alphabetical position at the front of the line to my late-comers position at the end of the line. All because I was too prissy to slide under the door of a public restroom.
And so it goes.
