So I’m vendoring at a conference and invariably there’s a line at the ladies room. Even more so at the conferences I go to since they’re about 99% women in the health profession (so.. heavyset and matriarchal!)
And also, per usual, the air conditioning is blasting enough to slow the metabolism of large velocirapters (obviously to stave off an attack). And I’m dressed for the local weather of summer!
So I’m standing in line, waiting for the bathroom, having had my one cup of coffee and needing my usual second “constitutional” for the day. (TMI? Too bad.) I’m good, I’m pleasant, lines don’t bother me. Talking and joking I’m the quintessential sales woman.
Finally its my turn and I almost began to giggle when I sat down to do my “bizness”.
The seat is toasty warm!
Ah, the perk of waiting in line!