My Future Wishes About Adult Diapers And Tourism

As we first got off the monorail this morning at the EPCOT exit, there was this metal swinging gate that each passenger had to pass through. Beacuse my daughter is in a stroller, we were among the last passengers to disembark. So I watched as another family, with an elderly grandfather in one of those "power scooter" motorized wheelchairs, had to stop in front of this gate and figure a way though for grandpa. Perhaps to avoid any germs, the adolescent boy in the family ultimately reached into a big cloth bag behind the grandpa's scooter and pulled out an adult diaper, which he then used, like a hankerchief, to open this gate.

I write of this incident to notify my family and friends hereby in advance that if I ever reach the point of being both incontinent and unable to walk, it is my unequivocal wish that you never, ever take me anywhere in public where there is any significant chance that you will need or want to use one of my adult diapers as a hankerchief. Even if I ask at the time, just say 'no.' Do it for me.

(Oh, at the time I didn't think to look to see what that teenager did with the adult diaper after the gate closed behind them.)