YELLOW EYES

Hub and I drove to San Francisco yesterday. A 6 hour drive made in 4 hours 45 minutes...which...as you guessed...no potty breaks...testosterone takes over and we have to make those miles. HA! When we arrived in SF I had to go baaad...hub stopped at a restaurant for me to go. The little girls room was busy, so I stood outside the door waiting. By this time my eyes had turned yellow and I was ready to do the wee-wee-dance. (similar to the Mexican hat dance but jumpier) A little girl walked up and stood between me and the door. I looked up at this 10 year old kid and thought ..."do I have time to wack this kid with my cane, run inside the potty room and pull my pants down before I pee-pee my panties." My whole life flashed in front of me. Tomorrow's headline...old lady wack's kid with cane and floods restaurant. Just then the door open and a lady walked out. I looked at the kid as she grabbed the door handle. She held the door open... smiled at me and motioned for me to go in.

The moral of the story is...don't jump to conclusions about a kid when you have yellow eyes.