# 4 Hot and Bothered in Arlington
A few years ago I had the opportunity to accompany my husband on a business trip to Washington, D.C. With our children safe in the hands of my mother-in-law, we took a few extra days for sightseeing.
Did I mention this was June, or that in my opinion, you've never experienced the absolutely worst possible combo of heat and humidity until you've experienced D.C. in June? No? Well I should have.
We knew we couldn't be so near the famous Arlington Cemetery, and not cross over into Virginia to explore it. The air conditioning in the rental car was sublime. I didn't want to get out once we parked, but knowing I might not get this chance again for several years, I gamely left the vehicle. As I stepped from the car, the heat and humidity washed over me. By the time we walked from the parking lot to the small lobby where the tours start, I was beyond hot and sticky.
The first thing I had to do was visit the ladies room. When I made it back to the lobby and my husband, he handed me a pamphlet he'd found while waiting. As we walked toward the entrance of the cemetery I tucked the pamphlet into the back pocket of my jeans. Something crinkled.
Jeans, indeed pants of all kinds, should never crinkle. Feeling gingerly, and discreetly as possible, around my waist, I discovered more crinkles. Turning, I hurried back to the rest-room. Naturally, when he saw me again a few minutes later, my loving husband wanted to know what had happened.
I whispered in his ear, "The toilet liner stuck to my behind." I sincerely hope none of the liner was visible above the waist line of my jeans, but I'm pretty sure it was. There were a lot of people there, too.
At least no one you knew or would probably run into again.
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