Travelogue Part 4 (or, “Oops!”)
So, the second weekend of my visit I had the fine pleasure of attending my 8 year old nephew’s basketball game, which really was great fun. Afterwards we (my two sisters, their husbands, the two nephews, and myself) go out to eat. I’m excited when they tell me we’re going to a Mexican restaurant, but wary and suspicious when they begin to sing the praises of the fajitas. We find a table and sit, it’s a nice enough place, but I’m still dubious of its, shall we say, authenticity. My suspicions are confirmed when the chips and salsa arrive. The salsa is the blandest I’ve ever tasted, they have spicier salsa in Ohio, for Heaven’s sake! Anyway, I get my huevos con chorizo (eggs with Mexican sausage) and it’s tasty, although also a little bland for my taste. I ask the waiter for some hot sauce, and he looks at me like I’ve just stepped from the mothership, then brings me another bowl of their flavorless “salsa”. I patiently explain that this is not what I was wanting, and he says, “You mean like Tabasco?”
“Yes, exactly like Tabasco, that would be great.”
He brings it, I apply it liberally and all is well. The food is quite good, it just needed a little pick-me-up.
The true comedy didn’t arrive until after our meal. My brother-in-law (whom I won’t name, to spare him further embarrassment) gets up to go visit the restroom. Quite some time passes and he hasn’t come back. My sister suggests that perhaps my nephew should go check on him. Brother-in-law #2 nixes this idea, saying; “He’s a big boy, he’s been using the bathroom by himself for 30 years, I’m sure he’s got it under control”.
As it turns out, this was not the case. He had gone into a stall, taken care of his business, then as he was washing his hands someone else walked in and disappeared into a stall. He got to thinking “Hmm… that looked like a woman…” Upon exiting the bathroom and looking at the sign on the door, he realized he had, in fact, been in the wrong bathroom (for, let us not forget, quite some time).
That was his first mistake. Telling us all of his folly was his second. So, Mr. Brother-in-law, if you’re reading this… Ha ha! Oh, and thanks for lunch!
If this were a TV (or radio) show, at this point they would cue “Ladies Room” by KISS and fade to commercial.