A few weeks ago I mentioned being
invaded by a Peeping Teen in the dressing room, and Val graciously shared her
own unintentional flashing story. Which, I might add, beat mine by a mile.
But it also reminded me of the
potty training years when I was out with my daughter. She always had to go
first. Problem was, when it was my turn, she’d wait just long enough that there
wasn’t much I could do when she decided it was time to leave and threw that
door wide open. Often this was in the single-stall bathrooms like the kind they
have in gas stations, so that the Icee pourers and the Cheeto choosers and the
Valvoline viewers all got to watch me use the restroom while I yelled, “No no
no wait don’t open the door I’m not done close it close it close it wait I’M
NOT DONE CLOSE THE DOOR!!!”
When’s the last time you
unintentionally flashed someone?
Tammy--This was an "near" flash--luckily for the custodian.
ReplyDeleteWhen I have to go somewhere after work, and I change my clothes, I just pull my shades, lock my door, and stand in a corner where no one can see me from the window in my door. I also try to time it with the custodian's usual routine.
A couple of weeks ago, I was doing my "usual" costume-changing thing. Startled, with my pants and underwear literally off, I heard the doorknob being rattled. The custodian.
Crouching behind a low bookshelf, I yelled out, "Don't open the door, please!"
I heard the jangle of keys as he looked for the right one to unlock the door. I had to yell several more times. By the time he finally heard, he had gotten the door unlocked, but did not enter, and--fortunately for him--he left without enduring a horrifying sight.
Is there ANYTHING you don't do in your classroom?
DeleteNo recent close calls but your story reminds me of my "giving birth" days. So many different people checked on my progress that I wouldn't have flinched if the security guard came in to take a look. Nothing like childbirth to eliminate all traces of modesty.
ReplyDeletePat
Critter Alley
So true, Pat. I was convinced a high school anatomy class was taking turns.
DeleteYou've already got my best flashing story. So I will simply sigh with relief and say, "THANK HEAVEN your daughter is now potty-trained, so I don't have to worry about that assault on my senses while I'm buying gas station chicken."
ReplyDeleteHeh, heh. Sioux is a class-dresser!
Yes, Sioux is one classy lady. As in, she attends to all manner of her toilette in there.
DeleteOur dog follows me into the bathroom. Does that count?
ReplyDeleteYes, Donna, I believe it does. Especially when the pets sit and watch you expectantly.
DeleteI'm thrilled to say I don't have a story to share. But I sure had fun reading yours. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm impressed!
DeleteMy daughter was in KG, brought her girlfriend home, flung open the bathroom door and introduced me.
ReplyDeleteOh, Linda, that reminded me of the time the kids were little and the neighbor girl came right in and wandered upstairs and into the shower in search of them. My husband was taking a shower at the time.
DeleteMy brain is blank, but I'm sure there's some embarrassing moments somewhere in there. Yours was way too funny.
ReplyDeleteYou're lucky you can't think of any, Lynn. I have too many embarrassing stories.
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