“Tracy asked me yesterday if she could relieve herself. She didn’t ask where the powder room was or if she could use the restroom or the go to the bathroom. She asked if she could relieve herself.”
“What was your answer?”
“Well, you know me… I just asked her ‘How do you do that?’”
“Really?”
“Yeah. She looked at me like I had lost my mind and asked again if she could relieve herself.”
“So, I said that I didn’t know what she was asking me exactly because I didn’t know what she wanted to be relieved from and I asked her to rephrase the question.”
“She didn’t get it, did she?”
“Nope. She started bouncing on her feet trying not to pee herself and stared at me while she fought her brain for a reasonable rephrasing to the question.”
“Wow. Did she get to the bathroom?”
“Yeah, after a minute of her staring at me, I couldn’t take it any longer and pointed to the bathroom door. She ran.”
“I guess no one warned her not to ask about the bathroom.”
“It is not that she needed to be warned about bathroom questions, just my sarcasm in the face of stupidity.”
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