I haven't done this one before, but I remembered something last night that I thought would fit perfectly into this category.
About 4 1/2 years ago we were in the process of moving from Idaho to California with an 18 month old and a 2 week old. We were on the way to move in with my in-laws. (Let the previous statements show the state I was in at the time.)
On the 11 hour drive with said children we stopped at a McDonald's in the middle of nowhere. The Stateline of Nevada and California. Both girls needed diaper changes. I took the baby first and realized that there wasn't a changing table. This was a huge McDonald's, with 2 bathrooms. Neither one of them had changing tables. Cursing our luck I changed the baby on the counter, which wasn't a big deal because I had a changing pad, and as I said, she was 2 weeks old and fit easily on the counter. We finished up and I went back to retrieve the older daughter.
We headed for the second bathroom, which was much less crowded than the first. This 18 month old toddler, who had never been in anything but the 90th percentile for everything, barely fit on the counter. And to top things off, she had filled her diaper with little deer poops. I managed to get her all cleaned off, but when I pulled the diaper out from under her to throw it away a few of those little deer poops fell on the floor.
Here's where the confession kicks in: Being in the state I was in, furious at the McDonald's for not having a changing table, I may have kicked those little deer poops under the counter and walked away without batting an eye.
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