Twenty-three years ago I was on a road from nowhere to somewhere else, and of course, I had to pee. I stopped at the first place I came to, a Dairy Queen, only not the full service kind. No, this one was a walk up window for soft serve only. I got out of the car, walked up to the window and asked the guy in the paper hat where the bathroom was. He replied, “we aint got one.” This might not be an issue for most people, but it was particularly problematic for me. I was pregnant.
This guy did not fully understand the situation.
“Can’t you see I might have a baby right here, any minute? Where do YOU pee?” “We aint got no bathroom,” he said as he tried to ignore me. “No, really, I’m not kidding, where do you pee, are you telling me you never have to pee?” He pointed to the woods across the parking lot.
It wasn’t funny.
When I was pregnant, I wore combat boots and maternity BDUs to work. (no joke) Camo pants with an elastic belly band and a camo smock top. I looked like pup tent with hair. One day after work, I took my car in to have the tires rotated. After waiting two hours, I asked the mechanic standing at the service counter what was taking so long, he took one look at me and started laughing. I asked, “Where’s the ladies room?” “Sorry lady, we don’t have one, you’ll have to walk across the street.” I asked him if he knew the difference between lug nuts and his nuts, then I told him where he would find all of them if he didn’t have my car off the rack by the time I got back. I wasn’t kidding.
He stopped laughing.
My father came to visit the week before my son was born. He wanted to be there for the big day and he asked me EVERY day, “When are you gonna have that baby.” Summer was a busy time for my dad. He stayed as long as he could, but had to get back to work. So, he left. The next day, I went into labor. Eighteen and a half hours later we welcomed a beautiful baby boy into our lives.
When my son was in elementary school, a kid on his baseball team showed up to practice with casts on both his arms. Someone asked what happened. The kid said he didn’t obey his mom. When his mom came to join us on the bleachers, someone repeated what her son had said. The mom laughed and explained. He broke his arm jumping out of a tree. I told him not to ride his bike with a cast on his arm. He had a wreck on his bike and broke his other arm. Later I heard my son telling this kid he’d never had a broken bone. He said the worst thing that ever happened to him was childbirth.
That was funny.
Who knows if he really did remember those eighteen long-suffering hours. He was there. It’s possible. All I know for sure is that we’re both still here. A little wiser, maybe, a little stronger, definitely, a little more alike than either one of us can stand. Hopefully someday we can laugh about it. Although probably not without peeing my pants.
Happy Birthday David. Love, Mom.
11 thoughts on “What Did You Say?”
Hahahaha! Awesome post, and your son is adorable and grew to be a pretty handsome guy. (Happy Birthday David). I love a good comeback, and you’ve had an arsenal of them since you were a kid, I see.
Thanks Hala J. I don’t know how this comment was over-looked, delayed replies are like a surprise when we already forgot we made a comment. Surprise!! I’ll relay your birthday wishes to my son when I see him. He keeps weird hours. I think he’s adorable too, most of the time. The smart ass comeback is my specialty. Unfortunately it’s my son’s as well. : )
Very cool, love it & the pics
Another LOL post Honie. Still chuckling as I type.
Thanks 4 LingOL!
This was so great. Near perfect, Honie. The tone, the humor, the length and I loved your pics. So great, this. You kick a**. Don’t know many women that pulled off pregnancy with combat boots and this: pup tent with hair and I asked him if he knew the difference between lug nuts and his nuts, then I told him where he would find all of them….HI-larious and priceless. :).
Thank you Brigitte. Somehow wearing camouflage gives a person a strange confidence. I must admit I have an attitude no matter what I’m wearing, but those steel toed boots made me kick it up a notch. Oh, the good old days. My dad still often tells me, “Don’t be so hard on them boys.” Some things never change.
LOL! What a great answer for a kid. Thanks for the laugh.
Yep. I remember when I was a kid and my aunt would ask me what was my problem, I would say my problem is 4 pounds 5 ounces. That’s how much my little brother weighed when he was born. Everyone thought it was so cute and asked me over and over what was my problem just to hear me say it. I soon caught on and came up with a new answer – “I’ve already answered that, ask me something else.” Kids say funny things. It’s amazing what they pick up on and how they interpret what they hear adults say.
Ha! That is funny. Thank you for sharing.
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