I finished several partially read books in the last few days in anticipation of starting the School of Ministry. Tonight was our first class, and I received a huge stack of books for the year. I was supposed to run 9 miles today as part of training for the marathon today, and I didn't even get out of the house in my running shoes! I feel a little overwhelmed, but needless to say, I am begging off of blogging for the space of a few more days. I have so much material to blog about that it is difficult not to stop everything else and just blog! Yes, dear readers, you are my captive audience, and I miss telling you the funny and inane and off beat things that dot the landscape of my life.
Okay, so I will give up some sleep since I am having hot flashes anyway at the moment.
After the race, Mr. Sinta and I had to drive from Pocatello to Boise without delay because we were trying to make it back for the Idaho State Game. I had to potty and actually felt a little sick. I needed a bathroom fast so I talked Mr. Sinta into stopping at absolutely the first place, which was an Albertson's.
I love you, Mr. Albertson for having bathrooms and sharing them! However, when I went to the potty, it was taken. Actually both the men's and women's bathrooms were occupied, and a man was waiting. It turned out he was waiting for his girlfriend who was using the men's bathroom. I guessed she did that because the person in the women's bathroom was taking so long. I was right.
I knocked on the women's door. She affirmed her presence. I have cleaned men's bathrooms a lot. I did not want to use one. Eventually, I knocked again. She again affirmed her presence. She took so long that I thought Mr. Sinta would be worrying about me. When this individual finally made her exit, I thought to myself that she was most likely mentally ill. She was middle aged, rotund, red haired with an odd hair style and wore a strange hat which she pulled down to her eyes. In a very odd voice, she told me that it was not very pleasant in the bathroom.
In an act of Christian charity and love, I refrained from any comment.
Now, of course, I can laugh at my predicament, and there are probably dozens of really funny things that I could have said. However, I am tired, and nothing laughable is coming to mind.
Must get ready for bed.
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3 comments:
Hooray for reading. Tomorrow, I'm going to try to read all of the Wodehouse book for Mandi's book club. Yes, the same day that I am in school for 8 hours. Wish me luck!
That weird bathroom lady sounds like a true Idahoan!
Just kidding.
How funny.
I think that the Bathroom Lady should have her own book, or at least be featured in a short story. Maybe she is typical of women who live in Pocatello. Or better yet, maybe she is not mentally ill, but was afraid that in such a small town that her long bathroom stint would generate 'talk' and ruin her reputation.
I wish you luck, SB.
I realized that as soon as I left the book club that I went right back to reading non-fiction again.
Love it. Love it. Love it.
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