Monday, November 19, 2007
We got on the train that was to take us to the region...
and suddenly I was standing in the door of the train's bathrooms.
I went into the facilities and was immediately called out by my friend Lynda, who had gone into labor. (She's due IRL in January).
I realized I needed to get water for her...(don't know where I was going to heat it) but every time I would try to go back into the lavatory, she would call down the hall that she needed me.
I'd run back to the berth (to help her give birth (ha-ha)) and she would be fine. I'd head back to the bathroom to get more water and she would call out to me again.
At one point my mother was in the bathroom and wouldn't let me in. And a few times some unknown kids cut in line.
Then I tried putting makeup on in the bathroom...that didn't work out so well.
Hmmm....can anyone tell where my obsession lies right now?
Mercifully, I woke up before I had to actually clean the train's lavatory...
I'm sure that was coming next.
I'm not sure what the bathrooms on the Ukraine trains are really like.
I've only heard horror stories.
But I'll have some first-hand knowledge in only...