So I'm sitting on the toilet in the Nordstrom bathroom, and someone knocks on the stall door. "Um.. Busy!" I say.
"Sorry," replies a little boy's voice.
Then a woman asks from outside the bathroom, "Are you still in there?"
The little boy answers, "Yeah."
"Have you gone potty yet?" she asks.
"No. Not yet." (There was only one urinal and one toilet stall, so he was waiting for me.)
A short while later, I hear a female janitor announce, "Housekeeping!"
"Busy!" I holler.
Little boy says, "She said, 'Housekeeping.'"
"But this isn't a house," I point out.
"I think she meant she wanted to clean the bathroom," he helpfully suggests.
So after a while, I finish up and exit the stall, and I see the boy still waiting.
"Whoa!" says the boy. "I thought you were a grown-up!"
I'm confused. "Um, I am a grown-up," I correct while washing my hands.
"Are you a teenager?"
"No, I'm 29!" I respond indignantly.
"Oh. Sorry." And he enters the stall as I head out.
Comments (2)
As someone who still gets mistaken for a 16-year old, you have my sympathies.
Posted by Radhika | October 1, 2007
Posted on October 1, 2007
Haha, you should've taken that as a compliment :p
Posted by Ted | October 2, 2007
Posted on October 2, 2007