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Road trip
It all starts with a road trip back to Cape Town from the glorious province of Gauteng. Where my friend and her mother have exceptionally poor bladder control. Needless to say, after a while the two must stop for a restroom break.
Unfortunately, they put off the stop for so long that by the time they actually find a place to pull over at a petrol station, they have to run into the bathroom in order to make it.
As part of the backstory, I guess you should know that my friend's mother had a bad knee at that point and couldn't really move all that quickly. That didn't stop my friend from dashing inside.
oh, and did I forget to mention that the stall doors in the restroom didn't lock? Well, they didn't.
Oops.
So, mother dearest gets into the bathroom and walks up to the stall right at the time when my friend is trying to push open the first cubicle door, much to the surprise of the occupant. She yells and friend steps backward very quickly, unfortunately knocking mother into a bucket and mop, which both go flying with mother landing on her bum in a pool of dirty water. Daughter immediately tries to assist mother to her feet but slips in the soapy water and lands spread eagled next to mother on the floor.
The cubicle door opens. The mom is horrified. The daughter is horrified. The occupant looks at them with contempt and storms off. They both start to giggle uncontrollably. Then between bursts of hysteria and struggling to stand upright the unthinkable happens.
Meanwhile I was standing outside surveying the scenery when I hear my name being called from around the corner of the building. I can hear my name but can't make out where it's coming from until I see this hand waving at me through the tiny toilet window. I was instructed to get a change of clothing out of their suitcases and hand them through the window, with towels and the cosmetic bag. After at least a half an hour they emerged in fresh clothes with enough perfume trailing behind them to asphyxiate a donkey. I would only hear the true story some weeks later after repeated baths and perfume showers.
