So this week I get to tell you about : “An unforgettable Valentine’s day — good or bad.” This took some thought, since most things are “forgettable” for me. LOL! But then I came across a memory I’d written down a while back.
One year my former boyfriend took me to see Cavalia for my Valentine’s Day present. It’s an amazing show of equestrian talent. During intermission I took a personal break and went to the ladies’ restroom. The facilities at the show gave you your choice of either bathroom trailers or portable outhouses and I chose to use a heated trailer for the amenities it offered.
All went fine until I chose to leave and forgot that two doors existed, an entrance and an exit. Here I am, trying to go out the “in” door, against the flow of bodies who desperately wanted inside the bathroom. I kept excusing myself and trying to squeeze in between people going in the opposite direction. I was determined to make it out against overwhelming odds, until someone told me, “You would probably have better luck if you used the other door.”