A random 9 year old boy, in the women’s washroom, wiped his nose on my sleeve. Yep. I walked in, and he made a beeline straight for me. I thought for a second, am I in the wrong one? Nope, no urinals, he must be in the wrong one here. Then I thought, maybe I’m in front of the paper towel thing and that’s why he’s headed straight for me. Nope. Then I thought, maybe I look like his mom and he’s trying to hug me? Nope, just wants to HOLY SHIT, he’s wiping his nose on my sleeve. “My nose is running,” he says. Then he goes over to the sink and sticks his nose under the tap. I’m pretty sure he was mentally challenged, so I didn’t scold him or anything… but it was definitely one of my stranger washroom experiences to date.
Last night James called me his “little snakemunk.” A snake-chipmunk hybrid of course.
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