On Thursday, we took the kids on a field trip to Epcot. Completely ignoring the fact that Florida is having Africa-envy, and the temperature in the shade was a balmy 134 degrees.
We’re adventuresome, if nothing else.
At one point, Jensen’s skin was inflamed because of the heat, so it was determined that he should get wet to cool off. Since Disney frowns upon throwing children into the water fountain, I let him play in the kid’s water spot. This is a circular area which has water shooting forth from the ground. The children can run around, fully clothed in the water, while weary parents can stand under the misters or seat themselves on hard benches.
I chose the bench seating, since mist and humidity cause my unruly hair to take on another zip code. I brought a change of clothes for Jensen, so I sent him clad only in red pants to frolic in the shooting springs.
I sat poised on the edge of the uncomfortable seat ready to spring into action in case someone should attempt an abduction, or the more likely scenario of Jensen rendering himself naked.
Neither occurred. A good time at the Disney park, to be sure. The day was coming to a close when I thought that we were going to escape without incident.
Which would have been rare.
I dodged into the bathroom for one last time before the long voyage home.
I was scrubbing my hands clean as though I was preparing for surgery, when the woman beside me said, “Um, excuse me for touching you, but…” And with that, she extricated a portion of the paper seat covering from the waistband of my skort. Horrified, I felt behind me, and indeed, the rest of the seat cover used for the feathering of the nest was tucked into my clothes. Trailing behind me, like a white fluffy tail.
I thanked her profusely for saving me from certain public humiliation.
Meanwhile, my daughters stood beside me willing the floor to open up beneath them.
I later told Fiddledaddy about the incident, and he was astonished that I hadn’t thought to whip out my camera and ask her to record the event for posterity. And show and tell.
Frankly, so am I. I must be slipping. I blame it on the excessive heat.
I’m going to postpone Saturday Stirrings for a little while. I’m finding myself a little overwhelmed with life, and underwhelmed by my culinary skills. It will be back in the near future. Meanwhile, I’m going to steer clear of public restrooms for awhile. Or pack some spray adhesive to keep the seat cover where it belongs.
Undoubtedly, I will eventually end up on the evening news.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone!