We took the Wife’s Mother out for a nice dinner for her birthday. The place we went to offered a very unique dining experience as it isn’t the typical restaurant. For one, you can only go there with a reservation. For another, upon arrival, each party is assigned a waitress who takes care of everything from the cocktails through to dessert. In between, there’s a hayride and a nice view of a large farm. The food isn’t bad either.
Shortly after the appetizers were finished, the boy paid the bathroom a visit. He had a little trouble finding it, but the staff was happy to help him out.
After the dinner portion was complete, it was my turn to go. So I asked the boy where it was. He described it as being by the mirror.
His directions were completely adequate. Upon entering the bathroom, it was impossible to miss the piece of art work hanging above the throne. I’d been reading some of the clippings around the establishment and one of the original owners (who has recently passed on) was a decent painter in her hay day, including a nude portrait that she had done.
Hanging there above the throne, was said portrait. It was tasteful, as these things go, if not a little oddly placed.
When I returned to the table, I sat down and very coyly asked the boy what he thought about the artwork in the bathroom.
“What do you mean?” he asked, a very broad grin spread across his face.
“You know, did you like it?”
No he was giggling. He said “I didn’t really look at it.”
“You didn’t look at it?” I replied, feigning an incredulous demeanor. “How could you not look at it? It’s right there over the toilet…”
He replied “I looked down…” and he was starting to turn a little red.
By this point, everyone else at the table was wondering what the hell I was talking about. The lass, in particular, kept prodding her brother about what the painting was. He replied “It’s inappropriate…” He still couldn’t keep himself from grinning.
Five years from now, the boy will want to go there just to visit the bathroom…