My lovely bride and I quickly walked toward the restrooms… looked around… snuck into the men’s room together… locked the door… emerged 5 minutes later. May I say that it was just about the most exciting 5 minutes of my life!? Certainly, some curious patrons wondered, while chowing down on their spicy noodles, what happened behind those closed doors…
Interested yet? With an intro like that, could any sinner stop reading here? Maybe I should write one of them harlequin novels…
Well, faithful readers, lucky for you, I’m here right now to fully disclose what did in fact occur in that fateful restroom earlier tonight.
The kid was dirty. No doubt about it. I changed his diaper when we left Jeff & Jessica’s in Maineville at 4:30. But after some car time, a Crossroads service, some social time, meeting the always entertaining Cousin Laura, and more car time to the restaurant, he’d have to have a bladder the size of a birthing ball to still be clean.
Many dining establishments have changing tables in both the men’s and women’s restrooms to be family-friendly. But the Bangkok Bistro is a neighborhood place… the men’s restroom has one toilet, the women’s restroom has one toilet. Um… that is… according to Robyn… I wouldn’t know… yeah… The Tobe was dirty, he was starting to fuss because he was dirty, and there was no place to change him unless we were to walk all the way back to the car to use the backseat. Desperate times call for desperate measures. So, we turned the men’s restroom into the family restroom.
With no changing table, we needed a plan, and we needed one quick. Robyn says “I’ll hold him… you change him.” Deal. I stripped the kid below the waist… and immediately he starts to pee. Never fails. Pure comedy. We laughed hysterically. I cleaned him up, re-dressed him, we all washed up, and we walked out of the tiny restroom that had probably never seen anything quite like the Duebber fam.
By the way, that place has absolutely fantastic food. Bangkok Bistro. Erie Avenue. Hyde Park. Pork paad-thai. You won’t regret it. And if you use the men’s restroom, remember that it was where the magic happened.
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