duck-shaped pain

But to tide you over until then, this weird thing happened to me yesterday.

Last night, I took my mom out for Mexican food. We had spent the whole day moving her stuff, so we were both plenty exhausted and looking to relax. The food was good, I had some of my favorite Mexican beer (Negra Modelo) and was getting pretty relaxed.

I headed off for the restroom, and when I got there, the small bathroom was filled with a bunch of what looked like six-year-old girls. I couldn't tell if they were using the restroom or not, but I patiently waited until a stall was available.

While I was in doing my duty, there was much trebly, high-decibel talk among the group of children (in Spanish). I couldn't make out their entire conversation, except for the fact that they kept talking about the restroom.

I finished and headed for the door. As I opened the door, all conversation stopped among the children, and they turned to look at me with a stunned look on their faces.

"YOU DIDN'T WASH YOUR HANDS!" they all yelled at me in unison, in English, and very, vey loudly.