Who peed in HER cereal?
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(borrowed that title from a friend's reaction to this tale, lol)
So I went to dinner tonight, a double birthday for some friends. Had a tummy ache that was foreshadowing for later. Right as our food arrives it hits. I have to go and I have to go NOW. I get up, have to wait for one of two bathrooms to open up. I finally get in, starting to think I must have goddamn irritable bowel syndrome because it was miserable, and worse that I was trying to rush.
In the meantime I'm hearing some pick-me lady in the hall bitch about how "most women spend too much time in the bathroom doing their makeup and fluffing their hair and blah blah blah."
Great, like I'm not already hurting myself trying to get out of the way.
She knocks. I yell back that it's occupied.
Ten seconds later she POUNDS on the door and yells at me like I'm a naughty child, demanding to know what's taking me so long.
"I'M TAKING A SHIT," I yell back, livid and in pain. "IS THAT OKAY WITH YOU??"
She doesn't reply. I finish up, wash my hands, and leave; there's no one else waiting. She walks out of the other bathroom at the same time. I'm glaring daggers and this smug bitch just skips off back to her table without a word.
I couldn't have been more than five or six minutes.
I'm going to be angry about this for months.
I snapped at her as she walked by, in front of my entire party, "You have a real problem, don't you?"
She didn't reply to that either, just smirked and kept walking. I hope that smirk was hiding embarrassment, because I don't know that I've ever wanted to slap someone so badly in my life.
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