Yesterday, Kevin and I were about half-way into our 8 hour drive from Baton Rouge back to Austin. I had drank a lot of coffee and water and was in need of a restroom so he stopped at a gas station. There was an employee with a cone in front of the restroom and was mopping the floor. I asked if I could use the bathroom and she responded “not yet!”. So we walked around the store and I did the pee dance until we realized she wasn’t going to let me know when my waiting time was over so we drove to another gas station.
In this gas station, I see a man in the doorway of the woman’s restroom and I immediately think “Christ! Is every gas station bathroom currently being cleaned?”
I see the man leave and when I push through the door, I see that he was helping his elderly mother who uses a motorized chair. She is moaning in pain as she tries to get out of her chair so I ask if she needs any help and she responds that she doesn’t.
I go to a stall and begin relieving myself when I hear her moaning even louder in pain and says “Baby, I think I do need your help.”
I hurry up and finish and go to help her. Her bathroom stall is open, she is standing/crouching over with her pants around her knees and has peed on herself. I give her my arm to steady herself and she keeps wincing in pain. She asks if I could help wipe her. To my surprise, I wasn’t really disgusted and immediately grabbed some toilet paper and starting wiping pee off her legs. She pulls her pants up somewhat and I guide her back to her motorized chair.
I see her pants are only halfway back up, so I pull them all the way up before she sits down. She looks at me with near tears in her eyes and thanks me sincerely.
I’ve been thinking about that encounter since it happened. Still not sure what I’m taking away from it - but I’m glad I could have been there when she needed someone.