
Not long ago, I left the house, setting out to "go run."
It was hotter than I prefer the weather to be when running, but it was the only time I had, so hot weather running, it would have to be.
I filled my sonic cup up with fresh, ice water and strategically placed that cup on a picnic table in just the right spot, where I could loop back around, on this long run, and get a drink at the half way point.
2 minutes into running, I was wanting that drink.
I was daydreaming about the ice.
My legs were running, but in my mind, I was doing the back stroke through a swimming pool of Sonic's pebble sized, perfect ice.
Water.
I wanted it.
I couldn't stop thinking about it, or running towards it.
Water.
Almost there.
This has taken forever.
I turned the last corner...
My water.
I can see the table...
But wait, where is my water?
But wait...where did those kids come from...those kids who were not there 2 miles ago....those kids near the table where my water should be...
But wait...what the HECK is that in that kid's hand right there...that kid who is DIGGING with something in the sand volley ball area.
But wait...that's my water cup.
I got to my water and wanted to cry.
I looked down near that kid and there was my ice...in a big melting pile on the ground near his feet.
And there was my cup...completely covered in dirt.
I hated kids in that moment.
I'm not kidding...I really did.
He ruined my run.
Ruined it.
I was so looking forward to that freezing cold, refreshing water...and there it was, on the ground.
Water.
I wanted it.
It's what kept me going...kept me running...kept me moving...and every fiber of me was craving it, wanting it and needing it.
I came home to my sons coloring on the front porch.
As I walked past them I said, "Boys...look at me...look at me."
They did.
"Never...and I mean NEVER dump out someone's water. It's so mean and rude."
They went back to coloring.
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You know those automatic toilets?
I don't like them.
You go.
You get done, and they don't flush...and then you have to do all sorts of weird things, you're not really proud of, in order to try to get the evidence you were there to go far, far away.
So you walk out the door, then back in, which is even more fun if people are outside the door waiting in line to come inside. Is the sensor in the door? No. It's not in the door.
You wave your hands in the air...in spastic fashion, in front of a dirty potty.
You go back over your steps, simulating the entire "tee-teeing" experience, but this time, while wearing your clothes.
Why does this have to be this hard? I can't believe I'm doing this.
You think to yourself, "If I just do a little hip hop dancing in here, surely something I do will set this thing off."
Do a few hip hop moves, trying NOT to touch the walls of the stall. If you do bump into the wall...shutter...gag...convulse.
Suddenly remember that although people can't see your body, they can see your feet under the door.
Turn red.
Give up.
Wonder why they made electric potties...is it because some people weren't flushing, because if that's why I just had to faux pee with my pants on, and still leave the toilet unflushed, then something has gone terribly wrong here.
OR worse
I haven't even completely stood up and the thing flushes, and has a jet engine in it. Where are they trying to take my pee? To China?
Water splashes on my skin.
Toilet water...on my skin.
A drop of it on my skirt.
I stand there in shock for a moment...totally violated...I think I would feel the same exact way if some stranger walked up and licked my arm.
Toilet water
TOILET WATER
on me!
What just happened here?
Someone set me on fire.
Where are those weird orange things from Monster's Inc. that swoop down from the ceiling, and then burn all your hair off? Where are those thing when you need them?