Explosive

This word thoroughly describes my daughter's diaper at supper this evening. My hubby and I went out for a nice relaxing dinner with some good friends. As we are about to leave the restaurant, Doug lifts Jani onto his back. No more than 5 seconds later, another friend points at his back. Poop. And lots of it. Streaming down his shirt, her legs, into her shoes, and all over the floor. I grab Jani as fast as I can and attempt to go into Supermom mode. I hate big kid poop. I rush her to the bathroom. Which brings me to a very important debate I just had with my husband....

When we got into the bathroom there were 3 stalls. Two regular and a handicapped. The changing table was of course in the handicapped stall....as most changing tables are. I was desperate to get to the changing table and, lo and behold, someone was in that stall. The other two stalls were completely open...but that one had to be occupied. So we stood there. Poop dripping down my child's leg, tears streaming down her face, and me, totally panicked, just wanting to clean her up and calm her down. And we waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, the door opened and a girl, about 10 years old, comes walking out. Most definitely not handicapped nor did she have a child that needed changing on the changing table. So now here's the debate...

Upon entering a bathroom do you automatically go to the handicapped stall simply because there is more room or do you stop to see if other stalls are available first, and if so, choose one of them? I argued that if other stalls are available, it's courteous to choose one ESPECIALLY if the changing table is in the handicapped stall. Doug disagreed and said you should take the roomy one and look out for yourself. Now, I know there are special circumstances. When I was ginormously pregnant, I used the handicapped stall. I most definitely needed the hand rails and the extra turning space.

So what do you think? Use it...or be courteous?