Tidbits from an actual conversation with my husband (via texting) (from the Great Northern Mall shopping trip):
Me: I have been waiting for the handi dressing room for 15 minutes now because I can't fit the stroller in a normal dressing room
Me: Some lady is in there and has been for a VERY LONG time..not to mention - she keeps farting
Me: If she comes out and isn't in a wheel chair, i'm gonna beat the piss out of her
Chad (15 minutes later): Did she come out yet?
Me: Oh yea...and it smells nasty in here
Chad: Was she in a wheel chair?