I’ve done it in some unusual locations-the backseat of my car, public restrooms, even a department store fitting room. I’m not proud of it, of course. But, at the time, it seemed like I had little choice. I could either choose a somewhat private, secluded spot in public to do the deed or be forced to face the looks.
The looks of disgust. Those ogling eyes. Those under-the-breath comments. Those shifty, uneasy looks that made me want to stand up and yell, My son is having lunch. Is that really so repulsive?!
You can read the post here on Yowoto, where it was originally published.