​​​​​​Because humor is funnier when you know it's true.

Always look twice

When my daughter was in college, we used to meet at the Bob Evans restaurant near one of the big outlet malls.  We would eat breakfast and then spend the day shopping.  I often went out to Bob Evans for a quick meal.  I liked it a lot and it seemed to be a good meeting place for friends as well because they didn't rush you and always made sure the coffee cup was full.

Now Bob Evans wasn't, by any means, on the top of my list of restaurants to go but I knew the layout pretty darn well.  All the restaurants are pretty much standardized.  I even know the tables where I'm most comfortable sitting and exactly where the bathrooms are.

I had met my daughter on a Saturday.  That's after I got my speeding ticket from a very friendly state police officer who took pity on my ignorance.   I say he was friendly because I didn't have my registration with me.  He asked me for it but I simply told him that it was filed in my office files at home so I always knew where to locate it if I needed it for some reason.  He chuckled.   I was about 100 miles from home and my file box was a bit too far away to retrieve it for this necessary time.   The officer saw that I looked perplexed when he politely told me that my registration should always be in my car.  He was so nice that I had good reason to believe that he was going to let me off with a warning but he warmly and with a big smile handed me my $100 speeding ticket.  That did upset me somewhat, it kind of threw me off my game for the day.  I wasn't going to let this get in the way of a great day with my daughter.

My daughter and I met shortly after that, had a good breakfast and after too many cups of coffee I had to run to the ladies room.  So I quickly made my way to the left into the bathroom and noticed from the corner of my eye these little sinks for children that this restaurant installed.  How sweet that was, and it was made lower than the adult sinks for ease of hand washing.   It was so thoughtful of Bob Evans to do this but after all it was a family restaurant.  As I said, I was in a big hurry to get to my destination. 

I passed by another person wearing a suit who was washing their hands in the little sink.  I thought that was a bit peculiar, a bit curious but you know how strange people can be at times.  My first order of business was not this odd, eccentric person in the bathroom with me.  I got into the stall and the darn seat was up.  How distasteful for me to have to take a wad of toilet paper in hand just to get the seat back down for fear of actually touching gross germs.  Some women, I thought, just have to rearrange things they shouldn’t touch.   How irritating.