Monthly Archives: February 2015

Bathroom Line Conversations

More often than not there is a line for the women’s bathroom.  There’s no avoiding it no matter how hard that you try.  I mostly mind my own business but sometimes you run into quite the characters waiting in that line or in the woman’s bathroom itself.

I bumped into one of these characters on my way to the bathroom yesterday.  It was a one stall bathroom and this old woman and I happened upon it at the same time.  She was very kind and asked if I had to go really bad.  I didn’t and told her to go ahead.  Side note, even if I had I probably would have still let her go first because I feel like it is an unwritten rule that you always gotta let the old lady go first.  So she goes and I wait.  When she gets out some time has passed but she felt that she took a long time so she apologizes to me.  The way she did it was so funny I had to share (though it is kind of tmi haha).  She says “I’m sorry, when you get older it dribbles out.”

I can’t even comment further, the statement speaks for itself.

P.S.  Old people are my favorite.  Literally you never know what’s going to come out of their mouth.  It’s why hanging out with my grandma is a ton of fun but also a little scary.

The Art of Faceplanting

Faceplant (plural faceplants)
1. (informal) The act of landing face first, as a result of an accident or error.

 Faceplants are not your every day occurrence.  Even when you’re as clumsy as I can be, they only happen every so often and thank god for that.  Unless you’re able to catch yourself really quickly or have cat like reflexes,  falling on your face hurts!  There’s no cushion like when you fall on your ass and it’s hard to pretend like it didn’t happen, especially when you’re leading the pack coming out of the subway.

Recently, I went out with my friend to the Lower East Side.  It was a good time though I was a little bit of a hot mess on our journey home, especially in regards to the subway.  So I follow my friend down but I sort of lose him on the stairs.  I wore heels that night because I wanted to dress up a little bit.  Surprisingly I have mastered walking in heels on a flat surface, stairs not so much.  Eventually I get down there and see my friend waiting for me.  I touch his shoulder, he turns and I realize that the person who my hand is on is not my friend but an attractive guy.  Talk about awkward.  Thankfully my friend pulled me in the opposite direction soon after because we had gone down the wrong side.  See what I mean about hot mess.

The most embarrassing moment however was exiting the subway I missed a step, and where you guessed it, I faceplanted.  Thankfully it wasn’t a hard fall, but still super embarrassing.  There were people behind us who had also made the same mistake.  Not gonna lie I was afraid I was going to get trampled or something.  The worst part was that I almost fell again because in the heels made it hard to get back up.  I guess the lesson learned here is always watch your step when coming out of the subway.

P.S. That guy was so cute, I almost wish I had talked to him even with the potential of embarrassing myself more.