On Sunday we took the kids to The Museum of Natural History in NYC. The kids thoroughly enjoyed all the exhibits, particularly the dinosaur bones, but I found the most interesting event of the day to occur in none other than the Women's restroom.
I was changing Izzie on one of those fold down changing tables while my mother was in the stall on the far right. The bathroom was crowded, the museum was crowded - it was a rainy Sunday - so while the bathroom wasn't disgusting or anything, I know for a fact there had been a lot of traffic in and out of the restroom.
So suddenly a woman from a stall toward the left side of the room calls out, "Oh, my apple!" and clunk, a red apple falls to the ground and proceeds to roll, roll, roll past about ten sets of feet until it stops against the wall in my mother's stall. "Where's my apple?" the woman cries.
I see my mom reach down, pick up the apple and proceed to roll it back past about ten sets of feet into a hand, reaching down and waving. the lady picked up her apple. Then she proceeded to exit the stall and exit the bathroom. With. The. Apple. In. Her. Hand.
Okay, I get that she probably paid five bucks for said apple at the overpriced museum cafe, but seriously??? SERIOUSLY???
Excuse me while I go throw up now.