Cinema visit

This week me and Chris went to see The Proposal, my proposal?.. don't see it! Waste of money and 1 hour 30 minutes you will never have back.  The final scene where she goes home and leaves him behind only to realise he does actually love her and need his Granny to fake a heart attack to that they can fly to the airport and stop her plane in time for him to tell her that...HE LOVES HER. What was going through my mind all that time? only how badly I needed a wee. Had two pints just dying to come out and there was no way that was gonna happen. Had women glued to their seats on both sides and half of them were crying, they were not willing to stand up and let me pass, stick it out Sof, stick it out...

After the film we ran, ran so fast we thought we'd made it, but far more experienced cinema viewers had been slightly quicker and the queue to the loo's was about a mile long. We looked at each other like we held the greatest secret of all, we both knew what had to happen... back away from the queue slowly, you don't want people to notice you, then make your escape to the handicap toilets, when on the edge of peeing your pants rules don't apply to you.  

Little blonde moment for me though..

The toilet wouldn't flush! It just wouldn't... What can I do? if I stay any longer the people outside are gonna think I'm doing a number two. I had to face them , tell them the nasty truth.. opened the door prepared to meet a whole line of angry women but there was only one there, and she looked lovely so off I went. Took my time and explained what was happening, even went back in the toilet to point and make myself really clear. I apologised and smiled, might have said something about how lucky she was that I went in before and not someone who wasn't feeling very well (might have laughed after saying that as well) gave her a warm look then walked off. She didn't make a sound, nothing, looked at me with a confused stare but still not a sound, in chock probably.

Took me about a minute to realise I had been speaking to her in Swedish and that she had absolutely no clue why I had lead her into the toilet and pointed to my wee.


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