Interesting Bathroom Encounter
Just the usual. Minding my own business and entered a cubicle in the toilet of a shopping mall.
When I was about the relieve myself, I suddenly heard a kid wailing away for his dad to help him. The cry was so loud that it was impossible to ignore. I froze for a second and contemplated what to do.
Must be another kid who locked himself in the toilet and don't know how to work the door again to open it afterwards, I thought.
Alright fine.. I decided to check out. The cry was from two cubicles away. I knocked. The kid seemed oblivious. I knocked again louder this time and asked if he was fine.
More cries for his dad to save him. I asked where his daddy was, and what was going on with him. He said his dad is in the book store outside and he needed him to wipe his backside.
*Gasp*
Argh!!!
What was I supposed to do?!?
I sat on the thought for a little while while he continued to sob. Alright, sorry ok! You don't exactly jump at the chance to wipe a boy's tushie after he defecated. Well at least not for me!
Damn!!
"Er... why don't you open the door first?"
After he opened the door, I saw this chubby boy with his shorts down and brown streaks of stain on his white singlet. How he got those there, I have no idea.
Just then, I realized the cleaning auntie is beside me. She must have heard the commotion and got into the toilet. I told her the situation, and she volunteered to wipe the boy's buttocks.
Phew...
To be honest, in retrospect, if the janitor hadn't been around, I probably would have done it. Probably. I just need to soak my hands in dettol for one hour afterwards.
But I am so so so glad I don't actually have to do it. :p
When I was about the relieve myself, I suddenly heard a kid wailing away for his dad to help him. The cry was so loud that it was impossible to ignore. I froze for a second and contemplated what to do.
Must be another kid who locked himself in the toilet and don't know how to work the door again to open it afterwards, I thought.
Alright fine.. I decided to check out. The cry was from two cubicles away. I knocked. The kid seemed oblivious. I knocked again louder this time and asked if he was fine.
More cries for his dad to save him. I asked where his daddy was, and what was going on with him. He said his dad is in the book store outside and he needed him to wipe his backside.
*Gasp*
Argh!!!
What was I supposed to do?!?
I sat on the thought for a little while while he continued to sob. Alright, sorry ok! You don't exactly jump at the chance to wipe a boy's tushie after he defecated. Well at least not for me!
Damn!!
"Er... why don't you open the door first?"
After he opened the door, I saw this chubby boy with his shorts down and brown streaks of stain on his white singlet. How he got those there, I have no idea.
Just then, I realized the cleaning auntie is beside me. She must have heard the commotion and got into the toilet. I told her the situation, and she volunteered to wipe the boy's buttocks.
Phew...
To be honest, in retrospect, if the janitor hadn't been around, I probably would have done it. Probably. I just need to soak my hands in dettol for one hour afterwards.
But I am so so so glad I don't actually have to do it. :p