I’m presently spending three months in a small beach town in Mexico where I’ve come every summer for the past six years or more. Tonight I went to the readers’ theater production of “Sylvia.” At the play, when they sounded the 5 minute bell during the intermission, I went to the ladies room. Right after I entered, the announcer said over the microphone, “As soon as the restrooms empty out, we will begin.” Then, as I was sitting there thinking I had plenty of time, I heard, “As soon as Judy DB joins us, we can begin!” I ran water on my hands, drying them on my pants as I ran out of the bathroom and to my seat. As I sat down, I heard someone say, loudly, “At least she washed her hands!” No such thing as privacy in a small town. I guess I’m a local now.
By the way, the photo above isn’t really of the ladies room at the theater. I just couldn’t resist using my favorite bathroom shot of La Mosca one more time. To hear the story behind La Mosca, go HERE.