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Wednesday, February 05, 2003

And yet another story of private property rights being trampled by government. Free Country my ass!

posted by Dax Montana 6:51:59 AM

For those who don’t know, I work as a manager of a restaurant. I’m really into this site called Tip 20. It’s a forum where mainly servers vent about customers and tell restaurant and bar stories. Check it out!
Anyway, one of my duties is to check the rest rooms. No big deal, but I got to thinking about the ladies room. This place is very strange to me. There must be some magic aura surrounding this place. Maybe it’s those little trashcans in each stall. If you ask me, the place needs a good urinal. I guess what shorts out my circuit is the mystique surrounding a “Ladies Only” place. It’s like I have special permission to sneak in. And yes I do use the ladies room when I need to “read.” However, that’s only after hours when the place is closed. Think about it this way. Sit with piss all over the seat or not. After all, they are somewhat public rest rooms.
I remember my first experience of “the ladies room.” I used to be an overnight DJ at the college radio station. They would lock the buildings at night so the only rest room was across the quad in a totally different building. I would have to put on a long song then run like hell just to do my business. After my show one night, a buddy and I had been drinking and we…well, had to go. Beer does that you know. Anyway, we went to the other building and did our business. I think the alcohol got to talking to us because we got the wild idea to “see” the ladies room. At this time, I had never in my life been in this hallowed a place. Not even as a small child with my mom. I’ll never forget this place as long as I live. We slowly opened the door. Imagine my surprise when here I was expecting stark white walls with 2 stalls and a sink. There were no white tile walls. There weren’t any stalls either. That plain brown door with the brass plate stating “ladies” opened into a color filled land with lots of mirrors and soft padded sofas. There were chairs too. However, there were sinks. Not the lonely single basin kind with the chipped mirror…no! A huge vanity with 4 basins and a long mirror lined one wall. The lights, damn, those lights were like the sun exposing every pore on my face. Then the shock wore off and I saw in the corner another door. What wonders could this next-door expose? It opened inward. That’s when I saw not 2 or even 3 stalls but 5 stalls. All the little latches worked. There was no graffiti or scratch marked phone numbers either. Not even a limerick! Just these little trashcans…. we went screaming out of there like cheetahs chasing antelope. I had nightmares for weeks. I guess tonight I just had a little flashback.


posted by Dax Montana 6:29:25 AM

The shuttle disaster leaves me with one question. What about the 3 guys in the space station? That would suck. Stranded in space and knowing 7 fellow astronauts just died would be a horrible situation. However, if I could choose a way to die, then I pick re-entry. Being in space would satisfy 1 life long dream. So burning up on re-entry wouldn’t be so bad. Beats the crap out of lying in a hospital bed wasting away. Now being totally ghoulish, I would keep shuttle debris. I’d hide it for a long time of course. How cool would that be? Twenty years from now, whipping out some burned up shuttle parts. I just wouldn’t sell it on Ebay.

posted by Dax Montana 1:19:31 AM

I’m still in shock over the shuttle disaster. I just can’t believe it could happen again. All seven crewmembers are Heroes in my book. My heart goes out to their families.

posted by Dax Montana 4:44:17 AM