Monday, April 6, 2009

Where's the Restroom!!?

On my recent trip to Washington DC, I had this very odd experience. We were a group of 5 who went to DC to see the cherry blossom/parade and we had parked our car at a train station (Greenbelt) and took the train to go and see the parade as our first stop. The moment I stepped into the train, I felt the well known urge, the urge to relieve the bladder. Caused by the two bottles of water that I had whilst we were driving down. I need a lot of water on a day to day basis (around a gallon (4litres) ).
Coming back to the incident, I felt this uncontrollable urge, but I didnt much mind, coz i knew that in another 20-25 mins we will reach the destination and at the destination station I would be able to relieve myself. Well I get down at the station and frantically look for the restroom, but none around!. So coming out of the station I scan around for a few restaurants or something that would house a restroom. Still no avail! Now nothing else going on my mind. My friends were calling me for a foto shoot, well dang!! not the time for it!! and then i came across a President's Memorial building, and I saw people going into it. So I went down there and there was a security screening at the entrance. I thought what the heck!!!? but nevertheless asked a security female if there was a restroom inside and she nodded positively but said I needed to produce an ID Card. I couldnt believe what I was hearing an Identity Card for a pee!! but she was insistent and so I had to run back to my friends who were holding on to my bag, happily shooting away pictures, got my passport identitification, produced it to the security female, and almost literally ran inside and then asked at the information counter inside for the directions to the restroom.
Then I found the restroom. !!!!
Boy I was really glad when I relieved myself. Felt floating in heaven.
The highlight of this incident was that I had used the Presidents Memorial Building for a restroom (ROFL).

more later ....

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