Earlier this week, Brian, Noah and I ate out at Chevy's.
Well, to be more precise, Brian and I ate, while Noah, our nearly 3-month-old, slept in his car seat.
Now, I know eating at Chevy's might not sound too exciting to you, but bear in mind that dining out since Noah's arrival has become a rare occurrence for us. (We've eaten out a total of 3 times in 3 months.)
Don't get me wrong: I am enjoying cooking at home.
But there's something special about eating in a restaurant and feasting on food prepared by a professional chef.
But this post isn't about the food, the service, or the ambience at Chevy's.
It's about the bathrooms.
Well, technically, about the signs in the bathrooms.
Let me explain...
After dinner, I frequented the women's bathroom, whereupon I read this sign:
And then I proceeded to laugh...and snap a picture with my iPhone.
When I returned to the table, I showed the picture to Brian. He laughed as well and then headed off to the men's bathroom.
A few minutes later, Brian reappeared, holding his iPhone out to show me this picture:
We both laughed again, this time a little harder.
Hope this bathroom humor brings you a little chuckle, too.
J


