Let's just say that this wasn't a comfortable situation.....
My boyfriend and I finished a great mexican meal in SanFrancisco and decided to take a self guided walking tour. No maps, no real plan, just exploring what this great city has to offer on our vacation. We started entering into Chinatown and was completely amazed with the amount of shops, and people and street markets. We went into a few places just to explore...and while we were looking at backpacks...which my boyfriend did buy, ya know, the one shoulder backslung bag...kinda cool and comfortable...well, while were purchasing the great steal of a bag my stomach began to, shall I say, gurgle.
"Don't panic" I told myself, maybe you just need to walk it off.
After a few more minutes of attempting to "walk it off" the gurgling only intensified and was joined by moments of extreme body heat, panic, and feelings of oh dear god. Now, let me just paint the picture. My boyfriend and I weren't at the stage of sharing such things like this. We're on vacation....in CHINAtown....no bathrooms insight. There is nooo way I can make it up another crazy hill or 5 to make it to a restaurant where they have bathrooms. So, with rosy cheeks, probably some perspiration on my forehead I turn to my boyfriend and say, "We need...to find...a bathroom now".
We looked across the narrow street....there was a restaurant with at least seven full chickens hanging by their necks from the ceiling with rope in the window. He stops and says, "You're going in there?" I didn't even have time to answer. I walk through, EVERYONE stops what thy're doing to look at me, plates of food everywhere (its the kind of family style where you go pick what you want and then pay for it afteward or something..didn't really have time to investigate). I walk past the kitchen where the men just look at me confused, and find a small one person bathroom...SALVATION! I close the door, lock it...and someone knocks....you've GOT to be KIDDING me! I loudly say, "be out in a minute"....a minute, ha!
Well, after a few minutes, I exit, smile at the lady who wasn't patiently waiting because I believe she knocked at least one another time, (I mean seriously, can't a girl get a lil privacy!?) and left that whole crazy experience behind me.
SOOO....you're probably asking...why are you telling me this embarassing story? Well, my advice is this: carry a map, skip the burrito if you can resist, and if you can't, always know where the nearest bathroom is at all times...or you'll wind up in some small restaurant bathroom with dead chickens hanging from the ceiling and a large lady pounding on your door!
My boyfriend and I finished a great mexican meal in SanFrancisco and decided to take a self guided walking tour. No maps, no real plan, just exploring what this great city has to offer on our vacation. We started entering into Chinatown and was completely amazed with the amount of shops, and people and street markets. We went into a few places just to explore...and while we were looking at backpacks...which my boyfriend did buy, ya know, the one shoulder backslung bag...kinda cool and comfortable...well, while were purchasing the great steal of a bag my stomach began to, shall I say, gurgle.
"Don't panic" I told myself, maybe you just need to walk it off.After a few more minutes of attempting to "walk it off" the gurgling only intensified and was joined by moments of extreme body heat, panic, and feelings of oh dear god. Now, let me just paint the picture. My boyfriend and I weren't at the stage of sharing such things like this. We're on vacation....in CHINAtown....no bathrooms insight. There is nooo way I can make it up another crazy hill or 5 to make it to a restaurant where they have bathrooms. So, with rosy cheeks, probably some perspiration on my forehead I turn to my boyfriend and say, "We need...to find...a bathroom now".
We looked across the narrow street....there was a restaurant with at least seven full chickens hanging by their necks from the ceiling with rope in the window. He stops and says, "You're going in there?" I didn't even have time to answer. I walk through, EVERYONE stops what thy're doing to look at me, plates of food everywhere (its the kind of family style where you go pick what you want and then pay for it afteward or something..didn't really have time to investigate). I walk past the kitchen where the men just look at me confused, and find a small one person bathroom...SALVATION! I close the door, lock it...and someone knocks....you've GOT to be KIDDING me! I loudly say, "be out in a minute"....a minute, ha!
Well, after a few minutes, I exit, smile at the lady who wasn't patiently waiting because I believe she knocked at least one another time, (I mean seriously, can't a girl get a lil privacy!?) and left that whole crazy experience behind me.
SOOO....you're probably asking...why are you telling me this embarassing story? Well, my advice is this: carry a map, skip the burrito if you can resist, and if you can't, always know where the nearest bathroom is at all times...or you'll wind up in some small restaurant bathroom with dead chickens hanging from the ceiling and a large lady pounding on your door!
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OMG, this is hysterical!! Having just been in Chinatown, I can empathize. I would have died!
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