Jacquelyn, who was sitting right beside me, whispered into my ear, “Where are they going?”
With my mouth stuffed with potato wedges I whispered back, “Think he needs changed.” although it didn’t come out sounding anything like that. How she understood me I will never know.
It took her a couple seconds to process the information and then all she said was, “Okay” accompanied by a single shoulder shrug.
Joey and Daddy Phil soon returned with Joey now sporting a green swim diaper with a wide single red stripe that ran from the front through the crotch and up the backside. I’d never admit to it, at least not in public, but I kind of liked the ones with the shooting stars better.
As we finished our lunch we talked about what we had already done so far that day. It was fun recounting some of the more enjoyable events, such as when Joey had gone down one of the slides head first on his belly. When he hit the water at the bottom his swim diaper had come right off of him. He didn’t even notice until he was out of the water and people were laughing. Joey didn’t seem to care in the least that everyone got to see his pee-pee.
After everyone was dutifully stuffed, Mommy Beth wanted us to head over to the beach area to rest and let our food digest, but I objected. I knew that you shouldn’t go swimming right after eating and I wasn’t planning on it. Instead, I wanted to go talk with that guy, Meek, for a while. Once I had promised her that I wouldn’t go in the water for at least a half hour, she let me go. I tried to get Jacquelyn to come too, but she said she was stuffed and just wanted to lie down.
I walked around for about fifteen minutes looking for Meek but couldn’t find him anywhere. I had started to wonder if maybe he had left or something. Since he was nowhere to be found, I decided that I’d play with Joey in the artificial sand for a while.
I was making my way across the boardwalk when I started to feel the need to go number two. Also, a good portion of that 44 ounce soda had worked its way through me. Even though I was dreading using those open toilets, there was no other option, because I sure didn’t want to end up soiling myself the way Joey had done. I don’t think I could live down that sort of humiliation at such a public place.
When I walked into the changing room there were two boys, one about my age and another much younger sitting on the first two toilets. They looked a lot alike and though I didn’t really think too much about it, I guess they must have been brothers. I noticed right away that they looked completely out of place in Maine. They appeared to be of Asian descent and I don’t mean that to sound racist. I am just saying that in all the time that I have been in Maine, I have not seen a single Asian person. Practically the entire population of Lewiston, Maine is made up of white and really white people. Heck, I don’t care where someone comes from or what they look like and I wouldn’t have even thought to bring it up here if what happened shortly after seeing them hadn’t happened. What really made me believe that they weren’t native to the area was when I heard the two of them talking in really bad English.
They were sitting on adjacent toilets; the older one was loudly trying to explain to the younger boy why that old joke, ‘Is your refrigerator running?’ wasn’t funny. I don’t think the younger boy had a clue what the older one was talking about; he just thought it was funny and that was all that mattered to him.