April 17th, 2005 -- Posted in ;P, Uncategorized |
1) A bumper sticker I saw on a car while coming home. It read: “We didn’t need a war to power my bicycle.” Funny to see this on a typical, trendy Volvo.
2) I ordered a map from Amazon. Because it was a tall map it shipped in a tall box. The box was so huge you could’ve been shipping humans in them. The whole box was filled with these packaged-air packets so my map wouldn’t “break” while being shipped. At the bottom I found it rolled up and not “broken”. Unfortunately, they packaged SO much of those air-packets that when they closed the box it flattened the map a bit and now there are creases all over. DumB.
April 6th, 2005 -- Posted in ;P |
On Tuesday Em and I decided to go watch a Golden State Warriors game. We shared a big basket of messy nachos and I needed to use the restroom so I excused myself and went to find out.
If you’ve ever been to a stadium you know how they are generally structured. You walk through a narrow alley from the seats to an outer-ring section where all the concession stands and restrooms are.
I chose a random direction and started walking, figuring I would eventually run into a restroom. In the distance I saw a sign for the women’s restroom with an entrance next to it. Behind it I saw another sign with another entrance which I assumed to be the men’s since in most places you can find the women’s restroom next to the men’s (ie. in airports).
I blindly walk in and look for the nearest urinal. Oddly, there were no urinals. Something seemed wrong but I simply went to the nearest stall. I proceeded to empty my bladder and wondered more and more about there not being any stalls. It had been the first time I saw that. Then I heard someone exit a stall on the other end of the restroom (it was a large restroom). I heard “cloppy” shoes .. not a sound typical for men’s shoes. While still peeing I looked over my shoulder at the wall (the door was mostly closed but not locked which is common in men’s restrooms) and saw on the wall a baby-changing station.
Could I be in the women’s restroom?
I reminded myself not to be sexist. There could be a baby changing station in the men’s restroom. I finished my business, zipped up, buckled my belt and stealthily peeked out of the stall as I left. I saw a woman with long curly hair and quickily walked towards the other exit (there were two). Augh!
And then I remembered that at ball parks and stadiums that the restrooms are usually quite large with entrances from both ends. I immediately went to the men’s restroom since I didn’t get a chance to wash my hands. While there I took a cursory look for a baby-changing station as I washed my hands and saw none. I should’ve trusted my instincts!
All in all I found the whole situation amusing. It was a good thing that the restroom was mostly empty and I wonder if that other woman happen to see me dash out the other exit.