Today I was checking out at the Vitamin Shoppe and in the line next to me was a very well dressed, attractive,middle-aged woman. Out of the blue, she asks if they have a bathroom at the store and the cashier replied "yes" and offered it to the customer. I guess that was not enough...........................
The woman/customer proceeded to tell the cashier, and anyone within a one mile radius of the store, that she had D*** all day and had to get to the bathroom before she "busted." She was going to try and make it home, butshe didn't think she could and doubted thatshe could even make it to the store bathroom in time to not "make in my pants." From this conversation I thought we were going to witness a real life kaki-fest. Ironically, I noticed she was not making any attempt to rush to the bathroom that she claimed to urgently need. However, despite her urgency for having to kaki, she continued with the most eleaborate details of her malady. She said she thought she ate something or had a bug yada, yada, yada.. She described her bowel movements, giving all the details (like we needed that). I could not wait to check-out. I even told the salesperson not to bother with a bag. My daughter and I bolted out of the store like stelth bombers. Any reason why we had to listen to this crap (no pun intended)? She should have stopped with asking to go to the bathroom. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I peeked into the store and noticed she was still chatting away. Goodness only knows what else there left to tell, because she covered enough of the bases while I was still in line.
Stella