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White Face Bathroom Guy

I met some friends at a little cafe in the Colonial Zone for drinks. We were just sitting outside talking and laughing with the dogs at our sides.

After filling up on liquids it came my turn to head to the bathroom to make room for more liquids.

Now, let me tell a little history about me. Every time I have left a group of friends to visit the facilities I get lots of thoughts in my brain. What else is there to do whilst releaving ones self in a bathroom but think, am I right? Well, my friends in USA who knew me well got used to my coming out of the bathroom with a story. All would shut up when I came back to the group waiting with bated breathe for some astounding revelation to change life as all knew it. Ok, it was never that profound but you get the idea. So on with the story.

I got the key bearer with the key to the main door to the hallway to get to the bathrooms. The mens room is first and the door was open to see 2 stalls and a sink. No one was inside. Then was the ladies room straight ahead. The door was open as well.

There was a large type body bent over the sink with the paper can blocking the complete view of the face. Well, the face connected to the bending body looked up. To my surprise there was a mans face. A black mans face covered in white. First thing I thought was why is this guy doing white-face comedy as he was really funny looking.

His entire face was covered in shaving cream. The only thing that was the original color was the lips, surrounded completely in white, and of course his eye area. His eyebrows were even covered. He must have been one hairy beast to need to shave his entire face. Well, I just started laughing as he looked so funny standing there in the ladies room, the direction I was heading.

He started saying that he would get out and was apologizing for being in there. I then pretended I was afraid. I yelled Ghost (in Spanish) and jumped and grabbed onto the key bearing waiter guy still holding the main door open. He looked like he thought I was going to be angry cause of the guy in the ladies room so I scared him when I yelled.

The white faced black man was shaking his finger apologetically saying no, no that he wasn’t a ghost (as if I really thought he was) and coming toward me. The key bearer got the little dumb joke and was laughing. I put my hands up for him to stop and said it was ok and headed for the mens room. I drew an invisible line across the doorway and told them that this is MY bathroom now and DO NOT cross the line with a little half smile.

They had a dumbfounded chuckle look on their faces as I went to the mens room to take care of business and get the story right in my head for sharing later, giggling the entire time.

When I came out I realized that there was no water in the mens room so this is why he was shaving in the ladies room. So I headed to the ladies room to wash up. The ghost was gone replaced by a young lady washing her hands looking at me with a puzzled look as I walked out of the mens room with a big smile on my face (I was still laughing about the episode). I didn’t have the words to explain the story so I just kept laughing, washed my hands and got outta there with the girl smiling quizzically behind me.

I was so excited to tell the story when I got back to the table but they were into some serious discussion so I waited then the moment passed and I never got to share my bathroom experience.

Note to self – I have to train my new friends to wait for me to come out of the bathroom with a story and to stop all conversations when I exit the facility. They never know what could happen in a bathroom or what story can come into my head whilst sitting upon my throne.


The First Week

When I got into the country and all through customs with my dog Sniffy and a few extra boxes of belongings (I didn’t get searched, I think they just wanted me and my barking dog, who had to pee, out of the airport). I was wheeling down the ramp to my waiting friends.

They both arrived in separate cars because of all the stuff I had. Good thing, it would have never fit in one car. Of course Uncle Juan had to reprimand me for being s stupid moving to DR when most Dominicans want out. But then he knew me well enough by then that I had a hard head and would do as I wished anyhow.

We got all loaded up and Carlos had the back seat all covered, don’t want to mess up his fine leather seats!. We were on our way to a big adventure.

They made arrangements for me to stay with an Aunt because she had dogs and would be OK with it. Of course first we had to stop and get a Presidente beer. Sniffys first time in a Colmado. She was right at home.

We arrived at the Aunts home and first thing she wanted to tie my baby out back with her dogs. Sniffy would never go for that. She would howl all the time she was chained up. She has never really been tied outside. She’s part of the family. Where I am she is. We discussed it for a while (which I have since learned that this is the Dominican way also, everything that one does or plans to do has to be discussed, “what if this happens”, or “maybe this might happen”, instead of just doing it and moving on. I kept telling them that I could not stay there if Sniffy had to stay outside.

So after it was dark outside, and we were still sitting there discussing where I was going to sleep, I finally got out the number for the hotel I always stayed in. I finally got them to let me use the phone after more discussion that the hotel probably wouldn’t let a dog stay there. I say just call the place and ask. Carlos decided he’d call because my Spanish wasn’t good.

The girl in the hotel remembered me and she asked the boss if I could have my dog, since it never came up before. She came back and said it was OK I just had to stay in a room in the back. Thank God for Apart Hotel Millenium! And also that I do work hard making myself be a memorable person..LOL!

Sniffy was right at home in the place. We went to the cafe and had a late night snack. Then we walked to the Colmado to say hi to some friends. Of Course drank some beer with them. Went back to the hotel, we both got our shower and went to sleep. She on her pillow and I on mine. Not sure if the hotel knew she slept in the bed too! But she is cleaner than a lot of humans I know!

We woke in the morning to Carlos calling to see if all was OK and he couldn’t take me around to look for apartments. So I started making phone calls to people I knew with cars, made arrangements to meet, got my paper and was off to look for a place for me and Sniffy to call home.