Follow Me

      The most evil place I can think of is being seated in a restaurant near the bathroom.  When one of the wait staff says, "follow me," and starts heading to a table or booth near a bathroom, I speak up fast.  "Is there another table or booth available?"

       I can be extremely hungry, but seeing or hearing the bathroom door open and close shuts down my appetite.  I imagine bathroom odors wafting over my food and adding an extra flavor I don't want to taste.  That little pony wall that separates my table from the bathroom is no protection because my mind conjures up all types of evil escaping when each customer goes in and out and walks past me.  So, I beg of you, please don't seat me next to the bathroom.  I can't endure it.  I'll wait for the next available table as long as it's not next to the table that is near the bathroom.