Aging & Attitude
What is Water Bagging? Water Bagging is a newly coined phrased (by me) referring to an experience that can occur in public bathrooms. Water Bagging has a snappy ring, sounds like water boarding minus genuine torture. The similarity, other than the obvious H2O, is the incident left me feeling victimized and asking, “What can be done legally?”
My mission was to exchange an ink cartridge that went dry printing a few Sudoku grids.
The customer service person at the local super store said, “Without a receipt or the packaging, I can only give you ink.”
“That’s fine.” I said. Did she think I wanted money?
“Go get a new one; you don’t have to wait in line again when you come back.”
Great, I hike to technology, grab a new HP cartridge and a second one, just in case, and skip line. She checks me out with a reminder to save the receipt and off I go. Life is good.
I see a restroom, do not ‘really’ have to go, but slip inside. All the stalls are in use. The handicap stall frees-up first, no handicap people are in line, and I hurry in.
Thanks to an ABC story, “Your Purse Could be Making You Sick” about pseudopodia, Staphylococcus aureus, ecoli and salmonella invading our homes due to women putting handbags on the floor, I look to hang my bag on the back of the door. The hook is missing. My handbag is small with two handles and closes with a snap, but not snapped. I dump my bag on the edge of the sink and start to undo my slacks. The bag slumps into the sink, no big deal, until with my pants down and a plastic grocery bag on my wrist notice that like Niagara Falls, water is pouring into my handbag. Tripping, I grab the handbag out of the sink and begin tossing the contents into the plastic bag strangling my wrist. Once the handbag is empty, I pour mega amounts of water out, puddle walk to the toilet, sit with the bags on my lap, and pee, studying my wet stuff.
The ink from the receipt is bleeding and threatens to blotch up several items.
The automated paper towel dispenser is just beyond my reach, wiggling closer (my pants are still down) I manage to activate the release of brown paper by flapping my arms. I wipe things dry while standing. A couple of deep knee bends later my pants are secured and nothing has touched the floor.
Leaving, I stop to use a noisy hand dryer hoping to preserve the needed HP ink cartridge receipt, conflicted about searching my handbag for ear plugs to prevent loss of hearing from these mother of devices.
Does Water Bagging happen to anyone else? What are the numbers?
Legislation is needed, a grass-roots movement, Women United Against Automatic Flush Toilets, Soap and Paper Towel on Demand Dispensers, and Hot & Cold Water Request Valves That Only Work When You Do Not Want Them To.
We could start a protest similar to Occupy Wall Street, but still pay taxes, babysit grandchildren and sleep in beds. ….Just Saying.