My son has a fascination with vending machines. If it was the type that stored year-old Funyuns and Oreos, I’d be okay. But he’s fascinated with the other type. The kind found in movie theater restrooms.
This didn’t happen when he went in the Ladies’ restroom with me. Is 13 too old to still go in the Moms’ restroom?
The other day I discovered a tiny empty box in the little compartment near the car door handle. It read:
Protocol – When life just can’t wait. Contains one.
One what? And I thought those things were supposed to prevent life.
His father had picked him up from the movies the day before. Why couldn’t he notice these things and talk about them without even involving me?
It was a good thing my husband was driving when I made this little discovery. Curious George was in the backseat and we were headed to…church. The discussion would have to wait.
I thought about it all through the sermon. Each possible scenario started with… these items are used by some people… And they all ended with…So never ever put your hands on a restroom vending machine again!
Then I thought,
Wait a minute, what if the box didn’t belong to my son? What if my husband had bought the little treasure?
That possible conversation scenario took a much uglier turn. For some highlights, see this.
On the way home I settled on my lecture. Basically, it was a lecture I’d make my husband give. Then I saw a tiny plastic bottle roll by my feet.
Last weekend we traveled out of state to attend a family wedding. On the way home he spent a little too much time in the truck stop restroom. When he came out, he asked for a quarter.
Does he listen to anything I say?
He explained it was for the scale that told his fortune. Okay, I was a little curious. Why don’t they ever have these in the Ladies’ restroom?
When he came back, he told me what it said. It was definitely advice worth taking.
What are you gonna do?