I was in a stall in the movie theater bathroom when a woman came in with her child.
"Don't touch that. Here's some paper. Don't sit on the actual toilet. I'll be in the next stall."
This always makes me feel very self-conscious. Some day I will have to try peeing in the hover position. I know no one could have a bowel movement from the hover position. Those people don't poop anywhere but home, I'm sure.
Anyway, out of us three I finished first. I washed my hands for a good sixty seconds, because I knew the mother in the stall was judging me. Then I actually dried off with the blower. I had fun watching the g-forces ripple my hand skin.
Then I turned and noticed the little girl was out and staring at me.
Then she made a little wave.
I waved back. I reminded myself that little girls who can't touch anything also can't talk to strangers, so I said nothing.
Then - she came over and hugged me! I swear, I did nothing to provoke it. I don't know if she wanted to break the awkwardness of standing in the bathroom with a stranger she couldn't talk to, or if she was being a little rebel, as if to say, "What's that, Mom, don't touch anything? I'm touching this dirty woman! Who knows where she's been!"
Then Mom burst out of her stall with, "DON'T GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT ME," I suppose because the child had spent a moment without an order, so I left. But it was sweet.