In honor of the last debate being in Boca Raton, I thought I would share one of my Boca stories. Every word is true.
One night, I went to an event at One
Thousand Ocean in Boca. It's a fancy condo building right on the ocean.
Yeah, it was fancy. We were there to celebrate the Kleiers. They are a
family of high-end real estate agents in NYC, but have
been working to sell units in this Boca building. They also have a
place there, and we wrote a feature about them for the magazine I worked for at the time. They were part of
a reality show on HGTV called Selling New York, so they showed an
episode having to deal with the Boca property.
So we were in the penthouse, amazing views, Botox, boobs, orange
tans, the whole scene. There was a woman there, probably about my mom's
age, probably older… who can tell with all the "work." She was wearing
what I can only describe as a figure skating
costume, in that it was see through except for sequins and sparkles in
the "right" areas, so she could wear it and not be arrested for indecent
exposure. Fake boobs. Fake tan. Real love for the bubbly. Lola took her
picture. Here she is:
Any-who, after they showed the episode (and fed us yummy movie snacks!), I went to the ladies room.
Now, this is the penthouse, but it's not really done yet, so they had
some unisex bathrooms throughout. I went in, and locked the door (or so I
thought). The lock was just a tiny button
the size of a finishing nail next to the handle. I pushed it in as hard
as I could. And so I got to the business at hand. I was just about
finished when the door opens and there she is. Now, usually, in polite
society, if you open a bathroom door, and someone
is already using it, you say you're sorry and you shut the door. Well,
Sparkles whipped that door right open and walked right in. She
apologized and shut the door, but with her on my side instead of back
out in the hall. Mind you, I was still...busy.
I quickly pulled myself together and finished up and then… I had to
wash my hands, thinking she would let me go out. But NO, she just
squatted over the toilet (no panties!!!). I was like, OH! OK! this
is really happening… She was talking to me, but I just
focused on washing my hands. Then I was trapped, because I couldn't
whip the door open with her … The door did crack open (it was Lola), but
of course since she was raised properly, she apologized and shut the
door without barging right in. She didn't see
me, as I was still washing my hands.
Then… she finished, so I was like FREEDOM!! She holds out her hand
(THAT SHE HAD JUST HAD TP IN), "Nice to meet you…" I shook it as fast
as I could and bolted. Lola was there, and of course was, "um WHY
were you in there with her"… I shoved her in
the next available bathroom to
tell her the whole story (and to wash my hands again, because, ew!!!).
I mean really!!?!??! I have peed in front of a lot of people. I
have shared the handicapped stall at the Northbound Junction with at least 3 or 4
other sorority sisters. But COME ON!!! You don't just walk in on a
total stranger and do your business.
Lola said, "So I guess you two are sisters now."