Endless Journey

2.Questions and Queues

The first thing I think of when I finally get off the airplane is: I need to find a bathroom ASAP.

It wasn't like I had a phobia from airplane bathrooms that stopped me from using them. It's just really hard to go to the bathroom when the wicked witch of the west sitting next to you scowls at you every chance she has.

Geez woman, I know that I ruined your top but I apologized. The nicer and more mature thing to do was accept my apology. But I guess some people mature before others, so I can't really blame her.

Mission Get-Vienna-To-a-Bathroom-STAT-Still-Working-on-a-Better-Title was a go.

I look around the bustling airport trying to find a sign that would tell me where the restrooms were. Everywhere I look, all I could see were gate numbers and flight names. If I couldn't find one on my own then I'll just have to ask someone for directions.

Everyone was either hurrying to their closing gates or talking animatedly with the person beside them.

Ok, Vienna just go up to someone and politely ask for directions. It's simple so don't make it complicated. You made it all the way to Germany on your own so why can't you just ask a stranger a small question? I'm not going to let you get away with this. Go up to someone right now!

Ok. Ok, I'll go. No need to get all riled up. I spot a man in a thin coat walking alone. Time to put this plan in action.

"Uh, excuse me sir. Do you happen to know where I could find a restroom?" I ask the man.

He  stares at me and gives me a confused look before replying, "me no englis."

"Española?" I ask hoping my high school Spanish lessons would pay off. The man regards me with yet another confused look but doesn't reply. "French? German? Help me out here." I say but all I get in return is a thoughtful look as if he's trying to unravel and understand what I'm saying. I sigh.

So much for putting the plan into action. "Ok, uh sorry," I apologize and move out of his way. It's fine, it's only my first attempt. Let's try this again. I take a look around to find someone else to pester about my bathroom problems.

A few feet away from me stands a woman in a cheetah print coat-what's up with all the coats during summer?- and red cat eyes glasses. Her black bob bounces up and down as she nods in agreement at the person she is talking to.  Maybe she might help me out.

I walk up to her and say, "hi. Excuse me." She doesn't even acknowledge my presence and neither does the person beside her. Rude.

I clear my throat louder than usual. This grabs their attention as they cock their heads to glance at me.

"Uh, I was wondering if you could help me a little," I say to the cheetah print lady.

"Vat vould a little girl like you need help wiz?" the woman says in a heavy, what I presume to be, French accent.

"I need to find a bathroom right now and the stupid signs won't tell me" I reply and point at the hanging signs above. The woman sends a concerned look my way. I'm not crazy, I just need use the bathroom like right now.

"Zee bazroom you say?" she asks me.

"Yes the bathroom. Can you give me directions to it?" I ask

"Hmm, I suppose I can. You go zat way zen take le right," cheetah woman says and points straight ahead.

"Merci," I thank her. One of the few French words I know.

"INSERT YOU'RE WELCOME/NO PROBLEM IN FRENCH" I assume she welcomed me.