Caution- Rather graphic. Not for the weak hearted.
Had gone to a fairly upmarket restaurant on East Coast Road, ( weekend tradition pre-Anush continues unabated despite warnings to the contrary from co-parents) Anush enjoyed herself watching the golden orange fish swimming around and her amma messing up at the potter's wheel.
After a little bit of naan, some saag & a piece of papad, Anush decided she needed to answer nature's call and an eagerly awaited double whammy at that. I quickly took Anush to the utility. I found there was no platform/ seat for diaper changing. Not even a counter top basin which could double up.
I surely did not want to share this gasp worthy smell and sight with all the patrons of the restaurant. ( Cannot say the same for the management though) So a mad search for a fairly clean and private corner ensued. Ended in the car park, in our car. A quick change of diapers and a few wipe cloths later, Anush was good as new.
And how to dispose of the evidence? Back to the loo I went. So the diaper ( fully loaded since the flush would not work ) was wrapped in some more wipes ( yes, no toilet paper either) and left in the garbage can. (Yeah! there was one with a lid )
The episode left me feeling like a criminal with a super sleuth at my heels.
Why is there no provision for child seats in loos/ malls/ restaurants?
Is it part of a larger ploy on the part of the promoters to limit traffic to their restaurants?
Not directly connected with the above episode but:
Why are there hardly any ramps/ special provisions for the handicapped?
Is it to isolate the already troubled and tell them- "you are different and we do not care." ?
Why is it that senior citizens have to wait in the hot sun in a queue for paying up electricity bills and the like in Chennai?
Is it not possible to make payments online or have a cheque drop box facility like any of the larger metros?
And yes, Why is there nothing I do about it other than lament in a hardly visited blog?