There I was, trapped in some other country but I was too afraid to ask which one since I would look foolish for not knowing. They spoke Spanish, it looked like Germany, but the signs were all in English. I was at one house for awhile, very nice house... may have been the Cosby's house because that's what I fell asleep to... and there was a nice black family living there. Some huge carnival was going on behind a fence and it looked like a bunch of US Military were there, ironically, handing out all their gear. So it was those goldfish ping pong games, balloons on targets, kevlars and M16's.
Anyway... back at the nice house I went to the bathroom and I freaked out at my mom because I was bleeding. I told her I thought I was having a miscarriage and how between 6 to 8 weeks is when it most commonly happens. She told me it was just the stress and I should be fine because I wasn't in any pain. So, we went to someone else's house. It was not nice at all, very dirty and crowded. All I kept saying was I had to go to the bathroom and they didn't have one in their house. Every once in awhile someone would give me crappy directions to one down the street, never offering to accompany me. Finally someone from the other house came over and I snuck back to the nice house, which offended the other people a lot but I didn't care because I was about to explode. The only other thing I thought about is how I needed to take pictures.
Of course we didn't go back to the house, we went to the carnival. I finally found a place to go to the bathroom and it was horrid, but I didn't care anymore. There were toilet seats on holes in concrete, 2 toilets per room... crap all over the walls, no toilet paper. Some little girl kept walking in and I told her mom I didn't care because at that point I really didn't. Her mom was kinda dumb and was looking for professional bathroom accompaniment, which she very wrongly referred to as a "Manifest Destiny". Finally I told her I didn't care so she should just stay with her daughter. All this was going on while I was trying to somehow hover with my long legs over this hole in the ground while keeping a curtain sorta over everything so I wasn't scaring the little girl. There was NO ROOM but I finally was able to go to the bathroom by sitting down on that disease-filled toilet seat. I went to wash my hands, surprisingly no line... and there were these really nice normal bathrooms RIGHT THERE for families. The guy who was escorting me (Mr. Huxtable?) was standing in a line to get me some dunkin donuts coffee. Then I woke up and I had to pee so bad I was in pain. Thank God I didn't wet the bed.
Anyway... back at the nice house I went to the bathroom and I freaked out at my mom because I was bleeding. I told her I thought I was having a miscarriage and how between 6 to 8 weeks is when it most commonly happens. She told me it was just the stress and I should be fine because I wasn't in any pain. So, we went to someone else's house. It was not nice at all, very dirty and crowded. All I kept saying was I had to go to the bathroom and they didn't have one in their house. Every once in awhile someone would give me crappy directions to one down the street, never offering to accompany me. Finally someone from the other house came over and I snuck back to the nice house, which offended the other people a lot but I didn't care because I was about to explode. The only other thing I thought about is how I needed to take pictures.
Of course we didn't go back to the house, we went to the carnival. I finally found a place to go to the bathroom and it was horrid, but I didn't care anymore. There were toilet seats on holes in concrete, 2 toilets per room... crap all over the walls, no toilet paper. Some little girl kept walking in and I told her mom I didn't care because at that point I really didn't. Her mom was kinda dumb and was looking for professional bathroom accompaniment, which she very wrongly referred to as a "Manifest Destiny". Finally I told her I didn't care so she should just stay with her daughter. All this was going on while I was trying to somehow hover with my long legs over this hole in the ground while keeping a curtain sorta over everything so I wasn't scaring the little girl. There was NO ROOM but I finally was able to go to the bathroom by sitting down on that disease-filled toilet seat. I went to wash my hands, surprisingly no line... and there were these really nice normal bathrooms RIGHT THERE for families. The guy who was escorting me (Mr. Huxtable?) was standing in a line to get me some dunkin donuts coffee. Then I woke up and I had to pee so bad I was in pain. Thank God I didn't wet the bed.
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