So. Great day, great food, great company, and a good time was had by all.
After eating, we headed out toward the car, and the girls all stopped by the Ladies. We were talking and laughing about one time when I wasn't paying attention and tried to wash my hands but dispensed a big glob of lotion instead of soap. All of a sudden we heard a big crash. It sounded like someone's head hitting porcelain. Really hard.
Mom was the only one left in the restroom, and it sounded bad. All three of us gasped.
Kerri: "Oh my gosh! (pause) Mom, are you OK?"
Kerri, moving closer to the restroom: "Do I need to come in there?"
Silence. Then, very faint sound that might be laughter.
Then gradually getting louder, Mom laughing.
When she came out of the restroom, laughing, I might add, she pointed at the commode to show us the chip that was taken out of the tank lid. Presumably this happened in the crash, but she was laughing, and couldn't say anything. At this point the other three of us realized that mom was OK, and started laughing as well. When she could breathe again, mom said that she had put her purse on the back of the commode, and when she picked it up the strap caught on the lid and picked it up , only to drop it on the tile floor.
We composed ourselves, and went out into the lobby, where Dad and brother-in-law immediately asked what had happened. Evidently they heard the crash, and then my subsequent "Oh my gosh!" and couldn't figure out what could have caused this in the restroom of The Broadmoor.
Maybe this is why we don't go to fancy places very often...
Anyway, here is a picture of me and mom holding tissues. We were holding tissues because we were laughing so hard that we had tears. Even several minutes later.
So I guess that I want to say that I am very grateful for Mom and Dad. I'm especially grateful that Mom didn't get hurt on this auspicious occasion.
And I'm glad we don't go to The Broadmoor very often, because the plumbing bills would begin to add up after awhile.