Nobody expects the Spanish inquisition.... or to get into a bar fight in a disabled bathroom! There are certain types of women you do no get on the wrong side of or indeed ask them to step aside.
After 5 months in the slammer, (hospital), I was parched, my mouth was a dry as the Sahara. I couldn't walk anymore, so I basically crawled to a watering hole in Dublin's city centre. From my now waist high perspective, I managed to get the barman's attention and procured a glass of the life giving gold stuff. A friend put on some beer goggles and joined me in the land of pink elephants (those elephants were tap dancing if I remember correctly!). You know the movie, inside I'm dancing? Well inside I was at a bloody rave!
As my friend and I got down to the important matters and traded war stories about doctors, she could hear an ear-splitting voice screeching from the other side of the pub. She assured me it was one of those voices you don't f*ck with!
A drink or 3 can be a nice escape from reality for a time. Unfortunately I am not a camel anymore and needed the little girls room. Sadly, there is not always an escape (route) when you need one. We asked the barman for a map and found the location of the aforementioned disabled little girls room. As we made our through the obstacle course that is your average pub, I came face to knee ( i'm having a little dejavu here post column: young girl get offa my ward.) with the loud voice. It was one of those ladies that look like they could beat you up with one steely glare.
We asked her to step aside, but like a boulder she wouldn't budge. I was thinking " sorry lady, I'll mow you down with this wheelchair, I'v got to pee!". Her friend came to the rescue and pulled her aside. We finally managed to manouver the wheelchair to the not so accessible wheelchair toilet. When my friend heard an almighty racket banging on the door with a voice shrieking at us to come out and fight, genuinely fearing for the woman's safety if I got near her with the wheelchair as I was a novice driver. We hid in that toilet until her friend dragged her out of the toilet and thankfully out of the pub. We had a long and interesting conversation in that toilet, probably the most intelluctual chat I've had in the loo.
After 5 months in the slammer, (hospital), I was parched, my mouth was a dry as the Sahara. I couldn't walk anymore, so I basically crawled to a watering hole in Dublin's city centre. From my now waist high perspective, I managed to get the barman's attention and procured a glass of the life giving gold stuff. A friend put on some beer goggles and joined me in the land of pink elephants (those elephants were tap dancing if I remember correctly!). You know the movie, inside I'm dancing? Well inside I was at a bloody rave!
As my friend and I got down to the important matters and traded war stories about doctors, she could hear an ear-splitting voice screeching from the other side of the pub. She assured me it was one of those voices you don't f*ck with!
A drink or 3 can be a nice escape from reality for a time. Unfortunately I am not a camel anymore and needed the little girls room. Sadly, there is not always an escape (route) when you need one. We asked the barman for a map and found the location of the aforementioned disabled little girls room. As we made our through the obstacle course that is your average pub, I came face to knee ( i'm having a little dejavu here post column: young girl get offa my ward.) with the loud voice. It was one of those ladies that look like they could beat you up with one steely glare.
We asked her to step aside, but like a boulder she wouldn't budge. I was thinking " sorry lady, I'll mow you down with this wheelchair, I'v got to pee!". Her friend came to the rescue and pulled her aside. We finally managed to manouver the wheelchair to the not so accessible wheelchair toilet. When my friend heard an almighty racket banging on the door with a voice shrieking at us to come out and fight, genuinely fearing for the woman's safety if I got near her with the wheelchair as I was a novice driver. We hid in that toilet until her friend dragged her out of the toilet and thankfully out of the pub. We had a long and interesting conversation in that toilet, probably the most intelluctual chat I've had in the loo.
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