#4: Bathroom Attendant Memory
I went to a super popular bar in Cabo with my then-boyfriend. He was mean to me, treating me like I didn’t matter. I went into the bathroom and cried. The attendant, a sweet older bathroom attendant consoled me the best she could. Twelve years later I went to Cabo and went to the same bar.
When I went in to the lady’s room, the attendant, who previously consoled me 12 years earlier, asked me without skipping a beat, “are you happier now? Did you get a new boyfriend? You deserve to be happy.” I was shocked. To this day, I think she was an angel and not really a Mexican bathroom attendant. There is no way, with tens of thousands of tourists, she would have remembered me. I send her blessings.
