Sweatshop Saturdays & Restroom Follies

Well it's been an exciting weekend...sort of? Scott came into town Saturday morning. Unfortunately Kyle and I had to work both days this weekend so Scott has been along for the ride. I spent both days working in a sweatshop....literally. The building doesn't have AC on the weekends so I really thought I was going to die a slow, heated death. Even having the windows up didn't help. Next time I'm bringing a fan.

One of the first things I did Saturday morning was go to Duane Reade, our local drug store. As I was getting a price adjustment on my Vitamin C an employee from the back of the store paged the manager in a panic. Next thing I see is the manager chasing a guy out of the store with the clerk yelling that he had something stuffed down his pants. As I stand there dumbfounded watching this COPS moment unfold, the clerk who was helping me barely batted an eye and just rolled her eyes and declared that it was "way too early in the morning for an emergency like this". OK?!

So I have been given permission to share this next story involving my dear husband:
After dinner on Saturday night, Scott, Kyle, & I walked past Morimoto (the famed sushi place we have reservations for this weekend). Kyle wanted to go inside the restaurant to take a look. As we step inside Kyle declares he's heard they have heated toilet seats so he wants to visit the restroom. Sure, it's Saturday night, what else do we have planned but to quality test restrooms in the Meatpacking District?? The three of us head to the restroom. I was intrigued by the toilet I encountered. I think it was the most complicated toilet ever. As I sat on the toilet I was pleased, indeed, with the heated seats. There was a little machine on the wall with lots (and I mean LOTS) of buttons. Thankfully I pressed the right button for flush and I was outta there. So as Scott and I are waiting for Kyle to emerge, he comes out a little frustrated. Kyle apparently got a little crazy with the buttons, pressing every one to see what happened. Little did he know that one button activated the bidet function which sent Kyle leaping off the seat with cat-like agility only to soak his pants and shirt in the process. I think I quit breathing for about 5 seconds I was laughing so hard.