You just can’t make this stuff up

So, last week sometime, Mina and I were walking around the little Manhattan Beach mall.  It’s small, so I didn’t bother with the stroller.  Most of the time the stroller is just a luggage cart anyways, as Mina’s figured out its much more fun to walk.

At some point I realized I had to pee, so we head to the bathroom.  I head into the large (wheelchair accessible) stall, as I figure, with a little more room to roam, she’s less like to walk over and start trying to touch the toilet or anything else icky.

So there I am, hovering (girls you know what I mean) and the door is WAY over there.  Mina decides to pick up our shopping bag and leave.  (Well, c’mon, how long can she be expected to wait for me?)  *little hand on the feeble door latch*  “Mina, no wait, stay here, don’t open the door” (*giggle from the other women in the restroom*) Of course, she unlocks the door, and it swings open.  Cue the laughter from the other women in the restroom.  Me, redfaced: Yeah, thanks, Mina.  Now can you close it?

The peanut gallery in the restroom: It’s not anything we haven’t seen before!

Fortunately, Mina closed it and leaned against the door long enough to let me get my act together.  We all had a good chuckle (except Mina who was just confused as to why everything was so funny.)  I suspect that’s not the last time that’ll happen.