Today is a little bit of a "Timmy Day" Day, somewhat by accident. Justin has been frantic in his pursuit, not for himself but for his father, of a prime cut of beef. Tonight is the staff Christmas party and that was going to be on the menu.
Justin tried unsuccessfully to obtain a sizable chunk of the prime through some friends but it was going to be cost prohibitive. The entree will need to be obtained through normal means.
This preparation for the party reminded me of years ago when Timmy was little, still a cart-rider at Publix. He and I stopped in to begin the process of collecting some items needed to make our appetizers for the company Christmas party.
After we had gotten a few items in the cart, he had to go potty. I urged him to hold it until he got home but that was not to be. Parking the cart near the restroom, I took him in. We used the handicap stall and he sat down to do his business.
After we had gotten a few items in the cart, he had to go potty. I urged him to hold it until he got home but that was not to be. Parking the cart near the restroom, I took him in. We used the handicap stall and he sat down to do his business.
Okay, here we go---every time something dropped into the water with a splash, he would lean way forward to look into the potty. At that, the sensor would indicate he'd gotten up, flush the toilet, and scare the dickens out of him! BUT, this happened more than once!!! Plop, plop, lean over, swish, and leap off the pot. Finally, I decided this was an "at-home" job and we left, after paying for our groceries. I wonder if he was suspicious of our potties at home!
By the way, Publix on Fleming Island no longer has the auto-flushing toilets. I wonder if they scared too many people...
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