Today I had the pleasure of telling a lady who sent her small boys in the bathroom alone, that she might want to break out the hand sanitizer because the littlest one was playing in the urinal. Like, really playing in it. Splashing and stuff. These are the no flush ones too.
Kids are gross. 
LOL awesome. I had some random sweaty children come up to me in the bathroom declaring they'd lost their mother the other day at a play place. I'm 6" or so, giant beard, long gnarly hair. How the hell am I the one that's supposed to help you find your mother? I mean, I helped em so it was cool, but...really?
I use crap-loads of sanitizers just driving thru Flint and never leaving my car...
Those kids don't stand a chance.
After changing my sons diaper, I failed to notice poop on my hand for about 30 minutes. It took my sister three try's to gain my attention and have me care enough to remove it.
Yup parents are gross.
grafmiata wrote: I use crap-loads of sanitizers just driving thru Flint and never leaving my car... Those kids don't stand a chance.
I remember hearing a story once about God, an enema and Flint, Michigan...forgot how that went exactly. 
As somebody that doesn't have kids these types of situations are weird. What if the mother flipped out and started screaming and accusing me of watching her kids go to the potty like a pervert?
mndsm wrote: LOL awesome. I had some random sweaty children come up to me in the bathroom declaring they'd lost their mother the other day at a play place. I'm 6" or so, giant beard, long gnarly hair. How the hell am I the one that's supposed to help you find your mother? I mean, I helped em so it was cool, but...really?
Normally, I would just assume that you meant to say that you are 6 feet tall and was confused by the " vs ' designation. But since the story took place in a bathroom, maybe you meant to share something more personal? :)
I'd have other suggestions.
Whew! I'm relieved. Last time you told me one of your "rest area" stories I learned something about foot-tapping I didn't know, then I had to meet with your parole officer.
Glad this one worked out better.
DrBoost wrote: Whew! I'm relieved. Last time you told me one of your "rest area" storied I learned something about foot-tapping I didn't know, then I had to meet with your parole officer. Glad this one worked out better.
MAgazine quote worthy
"Are you my daddy???"
"I dunno, kid. What's Mommy look like?"
That_Renault_Guy wrote:mndsm wrote: LOL awesome. I had some random sweaty children come up to me in the bathroom declaring they'd lost their mother the other day at a play place. I'm 6" or so, giant beard, long gnarly hair. How the hell am I the one that's supposed to help you find your mother? I mean, I helped em so it was cool, but...really?Normally, I would just assume that you meant to say that you are 6 feet tall and was confused by the " vs ' designation. But since the story took place in a bathroom, maybe you meant to share something more personal? :)
Erm, it was the former. I was washing my hands at the time.
I figured you saw this in there and were trying to be helpful.
Don't know how many times my children have touched the floor or other things in public bathrooms. A Silkwood shower can't fix that.
Rest stop bathrooms always remind me of a Peter Egan observation about the air hand dryers. Something along the lines of "I'm not sure how rounding up all the air in a rest stop men's room and blowing it on your hands is hygienic..."
Those boys will grow up strong and have a wonderful immune system.
In reply to That_Renault_Guy:
I LOLed
Yep. One of my kids ran into a restroom and pulled himself up the urinal with his hands and stuck his face in and said "whats this for?"
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