Showing posts with label queasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label queasy. Show all posts

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Cleanup in Aisle All of Them




Now just so you know, especially you guys who are DYING to file this information under Too Much, I do get queasy during certain times of the month. I never thought it really affected where I would decide to frequent. One place that has been crossed off my list is the bathroom at Michaels, the craft store. When Humanling and I moseyed into the bathroom, I peeked into the stalls to of course see where the cleanest one was to send her (hands are usually practically playing in the toliet water. I don't know why she doesn't just torture me further and carry her toothbrush to dip in it on these occasions).






Ever hear the term Baby Barf? Upon viewing the selection, I know I felt the extra saliva function kicking in and I'm not usually a queasy person with visuals. Smells, maybe, but not visuals. One stall door was closed with the Out of Order quarantine sign on it. I don't even want to imagine what was brewing in there after setting eyes on the actual functioning appliances.






You would think with Michael's being a craft store that they could have at least propped the bathrooms a bit. You know, a chocolate fondue fountain here, a Woodstock tie dye toliet there.






While One of us didn't seem disturbed by this layout, the other one most surely skipped the chocolate Frosty at Wendy's afterward.