The Bathroom Diaries. Part Deux.

And I’m on my second week streak of odd bathroom findings. First was the enema. <shudder> Now this discovery doesn’t really have to do with the cleanliness of the establishment. More like just an odd thing to see.

I’m at North Station about a half hour early to catch my 9:30pm train. To kill time, I go pee. One of the things I don’t really care for is that instead of having a covered container to put pads and what not, they have just an open trash bucket, like the kind that would be in someone’s cubicle. No one cares to see that stuff. I don’t know why they don’t cover it. On the other hand, if it were covered, I wouldn’t have made my discovery.

So I’m in one of the small bathroom stalls and before doing my business, something large and dark catches my eye in the bucket. What was it already? PORK LIVERS. Yes, someone threw away an unopened package of pork livers in the bathroom stall. So first thought was, “Ewwwww,” cause livers just look nasty. Dunno who could ever eat them. Second thought was to hurry and get photos before crowds start coming in. So I shoot and then pee. Of course, by this time a horde of people come in line to use one of the three stalls in the restroom just to see someone occupying the middle stall with their feet facing the wrong way and a flash going off about 6 times. It’s clear I’m not going to get out with no one seeing me so I sheepishly gather my things and leave the stall and wash my hands. The things I do for the LJ.

So here you go. $1.19 pork livers, unopened and not yet expired. Sad thing is I know enough people who would’ve found this as a treasure and taken it home as a free meal.

I’m not lovin’ it.

This is a bit late, but I finally got the card reader driver loaded so I could load the picture.

So, last week, against my better judgment, I ate at McDonald’s. Actually, it’s was Elenora’s choice.

(Sidenote here: Elenora is deaf-blind. Deaf-blind means you touch everything. You touch EVERYTHING. If you remotely know me, you can probably guess how much I like this :/ )

Back to the story. She wants nothing to do with Boston Market. Because it’s dirty? No, no. Because they ran out of a certain dish an hour before they closed last time she was there. For that they are the devil, and for that we have to subject ourselves to the pit that is McDonald’s.

So I order my fries (only small thank god). I finish my fries. Lunch is over and Becky, who has the endurance of Job, takes Elenora to the bathroom where she can touch everything in sight and then touch her. I did it once. Any guesses why that was my only time? The best thing is that you have to touch her in order to tell her not to touch you.

Anyway, as Becky is waiting for her, she glances into the waste receptical. What does she see but an opened enema box!!!

THIS MEANS:

  1. That SOMEONE administered their, or lord help us, someone else’s enema in a Mickey D’s bathroom. A MICKEY D’S BATHROOM!!!! Of course, I assume the worst. It was probably an employee who forgot to wash their hands and I just finished eating. (Excuse me while I hurl at the thought.)
  2. That Person X carries around enemas incase of emergencies.
    Now, I’ve heard of people carrying around Tums, asprin, pads, what have you incase of emergencies. But ENEMAS? Who here carries enemas with them? And a three-pack at that?!?! Any hands? I didn’t think so. From what I gather, they aren’t exactly purse-sized. Person X carries around a three-pack of enemas. Person X has issues.
  3. Another distinct possiblility is, notice the Walgreen’s box. (Nothing but the best for her butt.) Perhaps she took a quick run to Walgreen’s around the corner, found the nearest McD’s and emptied all three.

Whatever the scenario, they’re all equally disgusting.

For all my homies who are taking notes, this is the McDonald’s on Broadway in Malden.

Oh… and yes, I had to go back in again with my digital and record it, hoping people didn’t think I was crazy.