Potty Talk

Potty Talk
By Izzy Moody
Monkton Central School, Grade 4

“Flight number 16/24 from gate 25 has been delayed.” A woman said from the intercom. I slouched down into the green bench I was sharing with my little sister Theresa. Ugh. A baby near by was wailing his little head off. I felt bad for his mom. I felt bad for me. I felt bad for flight 16/24. Theresa dug her elbow into my stomach.

“Ugh.” I groaned.

“Potty, potty, potty!” Theresa sang, removing her, sweaty, bony butt from my lap. I think my feet were asleep because when my “oh so cute little sister” landed on my toe, I felt nothing.
Theresa skipped and sang, “Goin’ to the potty, the potty, the potty!” and skipped away, dragging me after her, ugh. We finally arrived at the woman’s restrooms after a lot of zigzagging around, and sometimes through people. “Potty!” Theresa yelled and led the way into the bathroom. I thought that I might as well go myself since we were there. I heard a lady talking in the stall next to me.

“Oh…..yes…our flight was delayed... Ha, Ha, Ha, Oh well imagine that.... Well I never……hold on,” tinkle, tinkle, tinkle…FLUSH! “Georgie is getting married up in Miami…..I just don’t know what I should wear……He did say that we should wear silver but I don’t have any….That store over by the casino…..Wow…ok……good I’ll get a nice silver dress….what, and baby clothes too? Well we won’t be needing those for a while….ha, ha, ha…sounds good….yep…..hee, hee, ha, ha, hee, oh Sherri you are always prepared…..” Slam! Shhhhh. “…..see you there….loves them……ha, ha, ha, fair enough Sher- Sher…..bye…” Slam!

Why in the world would some lady want to talk on a cell phone while using the toilet? This airport sure is crazy. I finished washing my hands, then I followed my mom and my two sisters back to the comfy green seats. Ugh. I tipped my head back on the seat and did something I really felt like doing. I slept.