Today I was running late for a work meeting at McDonald's, so I rushed out right after lunch and even drove the 50 feet across the street to the establishment. As it turns out, I arrived before my co-workers, so I decided to use the restroom. Desperate times call for desperate measures....
The bathroom smelled awful, looked like a penitentiary and the stall doors didn't lock. While I was hovering over the toilet (too much? just you wait...), a mother and her young daughter came in. The mom was yelling at little girl to get over to her right now. When I emerged from my stall, the mother had thrown her daughter up on the changing table and was at that moment whipping the dirty diaper up into the air, leaving her daughter bare-assed on the filthy, plastic McDonald's changing table. As I continued to watch the fiasco occurring two feet behind me in the mirror during my own lame attempt at cleaning my hands, I stopped breathing in and decided not to wait for my hands to dry under the air-drier before getting the hell out of there.
When I emerged, wiping my wet palms on my pants and cringing, the young father of said naked girl on filthy, plastic McDonald's changing table offered a cheerful, "Hello, how are you?" "Uhhhhhhhhh.....okeedoke," I said, as I tried to un-screw up my face.
"APPALLED!!!!!" is what I should have said. Think of all the bacteria are now crawling up that little girl's backside! And heaven help the next McDonald's-bound mother to change her kid in that prison, while her 3-year-old sits on the floor licking ketchup and salt off of his pudgy fingers. The lot of them are all going home with Teeny Beanie Babies and a bonus prize of PINK EYE!
I shouldn't leave the office anymore. Lesson learned.