Trashy
Please put down your cheese sandwiches before reading this.
I’ve said it before – sometimes the best way to get rid of a disturbing image is to foist it upon others. Yesterday I was in the bathroom at the train station (can any story that begins this way end well?) when a woman and her from-the-sounds-of-it 3-year old daughter entered the stall next to me.
The woman started calling someone on her cell phone, which is disgusting enough from a toilet stall, while her daughter gleefully played with the receptacle intended for lady trash. I could tell from the way the wall was shaking that the girl was shoving her entire arm into the bin.
“What’s this, momma?”
“And then I told him that… hold on a sec… huh?”
“What’s this for?”
“That’s where the mice live.”
Because it’s good to teach children that furry little creatures live in the toxic garbage bins in public bathrooms. If I were that woman, I would probably have my daughter’s hands replaced with sterile robotic ones as a safety measure.
Please resume cheese sandwich consumption. And with that lovely holiday story, I leave you for the sunny coast of Oregon. Be good!
Filed under: General on December 12th, 2007
December 12th, 2007 at 7:04 am
Cheese sandwich?
December 12th, 2007 at 7:49 am
Well, I guess it is a better holiday story than “The Little Match Girl.” Sort of….
December 12th, 2007 at 8:33 am
Truly disgusting. But not as cute as when I was a kid and bought a tampon out of a restroom machine and brought it back to my mom and dad.
December 12th, 2007 at 9:25 am
You should’ve done the little girl a favor and destroyed the mother, then disposed of the body.
No good can come from this person remaining a parent.
December 12th, 2007 at 9:25 am
You should’ve done the little girl a favor and destroyed the mother, then disposed of the body.
No good can come from this person remaining a parent.
December 12th, 2007 at 10:07 am
OMG!
December 12th, 2007 at 11:50 am
Oh good lord! I think I may not eat for the rest of the day.
Seriously. Egads!
December 12th, 2007 at 12:29 pm
Er… yuck.
And I really hate it when people talk on the cells in the toilet. Duh! That is rude to the people around you and the person you are talking to!
December 12th, 2007 at 2:39 pm
Well, actually I’m a bit relieved. I was afraid you were gonna turn me off grilled cheese sandwiches forever. That would be a sad day indeed.
The rest… well, I’m not thinking about it too closely.
Have fun in Oregon!
December 12th, 2007 at 3:10 pm
I think I read this same story in a parenting book. I also think this is one of those cases where there isn’t enough therapy in the world to help.
December 13th, 2007 at 3:18 pm
Oregon again?! You need a PO box there. And I’m pretty sure they are going to make you file half your taxes there.
December 13th, 2007 at 4:00 pm
Other than you going to Oregon, everything in that entire story is disturbing. I have washed my hands hourly after reading that.
On the bright side, you gained 17 “feels like” degrees in temp by going from Chicago to Oregon. Yeah, ’cause 37 is a whole lot better than 20… (shiver)
December 13th, 2007 at 6:05 pm
Euwwwwwww…
I hope that kid didn’t go get an ice cream cone after that trip to the bathroom.
December 14th, 2007 at 11:20 pm
Dear Jenny,
In New York City mice do live in the lady trash bins. And Polish cleaning ladies feed them schleeba schlaaba.
Love,
Vivianski
January 1st, 2008 at 11:20 pm
I call that the surprise box.