As A Seasoned Toilet Scrubber, Mrs. HM Knows How It Feels For Her Work To Be For Naught

Let the record show that Mrs. HM stays up late every night. That doesn't change during CasinoPalooza. Depending on the clientele and how safe I feel as an old lady alone in the casino, I may go up to the room any time between 1:30 and 3:30.

I don't generally like to be in a casino on a Friday night, but in order to get a free room on two consecutive nights, we had to go on a Thursday and Friday. We stayed at Downstream, which is a pretty classy place as casinos go. They had a live band playing (mainly country and classic rock), so the younger element who sometimes annoy me there, 18-year-olds running in packs, were not much of a factor. I was enjoying myself after The Pony, Farmer H, Sis, and the Ex-Mayor had all retired for the evening.

Around 1:30, I was still going strong. I stopped to use the bathroom, as I was feeling a bit... um... indisposed. I mainly play slots in the back half of the casino, so that's the bathroom I went into. At the entrance to the women's side, three workers were standing by cones preventing passage to the left half. I suppose they were supposed to be cleaning that section, but instead they were griping about work. I don't fault them for that. It's what people do. They let off steam when they'd rather be doing something else. One of the gals said, "Hey! Let's just walk out right now." Perhaps they wanted to listen to the band, which could already be heard in every nook and cranny of that large casino.

Anyhoo...I went down the right side, which had about 10 stalls on each wall. I went to the back, to one of the four handicap stalls, which have the handrails to assist in getting off the throne. On the walk back there, I passed another worker with a mop cart and bottles of cleaner hanging off the side. She looked like she was SO OVER cleaning the toilets. I don't blame her. She was the one working, while the other three were doing nothing but complaining about working.

Anyhoo... I went into the stall. Wouldn't you know it. A lady went in the one to the left of me. Well. My... um... indisposedness put itself on hold. The toilet I was on had just been cleaned. I had to put the seat down to sit on it. It didn't feel right to mess it up so soon! I know how I feel when Farmer H dirties up my cleaning job before a single night has passed. Not that I would have been as messy as Farmer H, mind you. Besides, how was that worker gal to know if the smell was coming from my stall or the lady next to me? Still, I couldn't take the chance of getting the stinkeye from her on the way out. In the end, I only peed and left.

Sometimes, I think I'm too considerate.