if the earbuds are in, don’t ask me what time the plane lands at LAX.  i think i have “talk to me” tattooed on my forehead

by the time I got to the Parking Spot at LAX yesterday, i really had to use the lavatory.  when I got over there, the doors to both the men’s and the women’s bathrooms were propped open with trashcans and there was a janitor’s cart between the two entrances.

well, i had to go and needed to catch my flight.  so i, nonchalantly of course, entered the ladies’ room and quickly encountered the man that was in charge of cleaning the facility.  i told him i’d be quick and just handled my business at hand.  i thought he’d step out; they usually do, but not this guy.  not only did he comment about how fast i peed, he struck up a conversation with me as i washed my hands. 

don’t get me wrong; i didn’t mind the company.  the toilet was in a stall with a door, but it still struck me as odd.  oh well, it is California after all.