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anintrovertsworstnightmare

I know, I know. I fell off the grid for over a MONTH with no explanation. Forgive me, but I haven’t quite perfected the art of blogging while juggling children, moving cross-country, and an array of other “issues” that demand my attention lately. One day I will likely share what the last month has entailed, but I’ll leave that for a more appropriate time.

Nothing like a terribly vague post to end a long hiatus, amiright?

One of these issues we faced this month required that I travel back to Atlanta a mere two weeks before we’re scheduled to move back to . . . Atlanta.

*Sigh.* 

Though it wasn’t the best timing in the world, I enjoyed the solitude as I flew from Kansas City to Charlotte, Charlotte to Atlanta, and then back again. The roar of jet engines, the murmur of airport traffic, and the absence of a pack of chattering ducklings (children) behind me helped clear my head and calm my spirit as our little family prepares to embark on a series of major life changes in the very near future.

A few minutes before my flight back to Kansas City began to board, I made a visit to the ladies’ room at the Charlotte Airport. I approached the entrance and was immediately hit with a cannon blast of commotion that interrupted my glorious solitude.

“Weeeeeelllllllllllll, HELLO THERE, pretty lady! Aren’t you just beautiful? Isn’t she beautiful, y’all? Why don’t you just go ahead and go right into this stall right here? There you go, honey. You got enough toilet paper in there? Looks like it. Now you let me know if you need anything. Have a blessed day, sweetheart!”

It was the deafening voice of the bubbly, boisterous bathroom attendant.

And she was more outgoing than a baby-kissing politician on the campaign trail.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I love friendly people. The experience of airline travel is stressful enough that the presence of a friendly voice echoing through the bathroom stalls is something of a welcome respite. But I couldn’t help but feel the anxiety rising up within me as I prepared to exit the stall and make my way to the counter where she loudly commented on and hovered over the hand-washing activities of my fellow air travelers.

“Here you go, honey. I found a sink with your name on it. Sweeeeeeeeetie, that’s a cute shirt you’re wearing. Ain’t you just the prettiest thing I’ve seen all day? Let me get you a paper towel. Breath mint?”

I did NOT want to leave the stall. I didn’t want the barrage of flattery to disrupt the calm and peace I had regained during my solitude.

Still, I took a deep breath, (pun alert) put on my big girl pants, unlocked the stall door, and opened it like I was a bathroom hostage waiting for the most opportune time to escape undetected.

“Weeeeeelllllllllllll, here come two pretty ladies now! Sweeeeeeeeetie, there’s a stall for you right over here . . . ”

All clear.

While the attendant made her way to the opposite side of the bathroom from where I stood/hid, I did my best to force my cumbersome carry-on suitcases out of the tiny stall.

Get. out. you. stupid. bag.

I considered leaving it behind. Because there are few things more difficult than quickly maneuvering a rolling suitcase in and out of a bathroom stall. Seriously, airports. If you can house and maintain a fleet of multi-million-dollar machines designed to propel millions of people all over the globe every single day, surely you can figure out how to make a bathroom stall where I can open the door without having to stand on the toilet.

While the Compliment Cannon on Concourse C was blasting away on the other side of the restroom, I kicked my bag through the door and briskly walked to the sink area. And I’ll be honest here; I contemplated not washing my hands so I could make a run straight for the door.

I washed and dried my hands to the sounds of “Honeyyyyyyyyyy, those shoes are so cuuuuuuuute! Where did you get those? I need me some shoes like that. You must be seeing someone handsome if you’re wearing shoes like that. Are you going to see your husband?”

And bless that woman in the cute shoes. She looked squarely at the Compliment Cannon and stated matter-of-factly, “No. He’s dead.”

Boom.

The Compliment Cannon backfired. 

I shook my head in annoyance/amusement as I glanced at the “freebies” on the counter: mints, tampons, mouthwash. I was careful not to eye them for too long so I wouldn’t draw attention to myself. As I placed my hand under the automatic paper towel dispenser, I felt the panic rise up within me when nothing happened. It was empty. I needed to find a paper towel fast. I took two steps to the right to reach for a paper towel from another dispenser when I head the Compliment Cannon headed my way.

“Sweeeeeeetie, let me get you some paper towels! I don’t want you wiping your hands on that nice dress of yours. Now hold on just a minute.”

And that’s when I grabbed the towel and ran away. Like a kid who had just been caught picking the neighbor’s flowers.

I ran away.

Okay, briskly walked away.

From a vivacious woman who clearly enjoyed her job.

A woman who clearly enjoyed life.

A woman who, frankly, annoyed me with her compliments and cheery disposition.

And it sadly took me writing this entire post to realize that I was the jerk in this situation. How’s that for a kick in the pants after a month-long hiatus?

I missed y’all.

So, in honor of the Cheery Compliment Cannon on Concourse C, I want to ask this:

What is the greatest compliment you’ve ever received? 

(Preferably from someone who wasn’t standing next to a tip jar.)

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Comments to "An Introvert’s Worst Nightmare"

  1. Kat

    August 8, 2014

    Have the bathroom smells gone to her head?

  2. Katy's Mama

    August 8, 2014

    Katy,

    While reading your post all I could think was this woman must work for tips. I think I would have pulled out a dollar and told her it was hers when I left if she could be quiet until I left. I would of course told her I had a headache or something so as not to seem rude!!!!

    I think one of the best compliments I have received (a few years ago) was when someone asked if we were sisters. I don’t think you took too kindly to the compliment but I sure did!!

    Love you,
    Mama

  3. Jaimie

    August 8, 2014

    Hi Katy,

    I missed you! Glad to hear all is well.

    I suggest you start hanging some hand sanitizer from your purse… that way you could skip the bathroom sink, should you ever find yourself in that situation again! 🙂

    I have been told many times that I look like Ashley Judd… now, I don’t think so, but I think she’s gorgeous, so I never mind hearing it! LOL

    Jaimie

  4. Kayley

    August 8, 2014

    That would have made me nervous. People tell me I look like Julia Roberts in Steel Magnolias when she cut off her hair but my favorite compliment was when some old dude approached me in Barnes and Noble and asked if I was Celine Dion.

  5. MC your cousin

    August 15, 2014

    And I quote, “ooooh Miss Halasz, you are working those shoes like a cross dresser on a Thursday night!” Almost 5 years later and I am still not sure if that is good or bad. xo to you sweet Katy

  6. Lara

    September 10, 2014

    Hi Katy!
    I’ve been missing your posts but I guess you’re really busy with moving house. Just wanted to say that I hope you’re all well!
    Lara

    • Katy in a Corner

      September 12, 2014

      That means so much, Lara. It truly makes my day to get messages like yours. I’m hoping to get back into the regular blogging swing now that we’re semi-settled in Georgia. Thanks for the encouragement!

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