that actually doesn't really involve Stan. We had an appointment today at noon to go view a condo...anyways we arrived early and were driving around with Hannah (so she'd nap longer ). Just about noon I decided that I HAD to go to the washroom (drank too much Dr. Pepper on the way there) so made Stan drive me to the McDonald's about 5 minutes away. I run out because at this point we're late for our appointment and run downstairs to the washroom. There are two stalls and a hand dryer, an old lady is standing by the hand dryer, blocking the stalls, and she is drying out a pair of knickers She looks at me and says "I think I peed my pants". I'm like oh okay well can I get through. She ignores me for another 2 minutes while I stand there waiting until she finally says well my coats in that stall. I told her okay I'll go in the other, not a problem Get out and I have to ask her to move AGAIN.