The Quote:
"Don't make me take you to the handicap stall."
The back story:
My mother believed firmly in the biblical teaching that if you spare the rod you spoil the child, she had acrylic nails that she would dig into the back of my arm as she jerked me up close to her any time I stepped out of line. If the nails biting into the back of my arm didn't serve to calm my misdeeds then came the quiet murmur of terror, "don't make me take you to the handicap stall." Ever the believer in propriety my mama wasn't gonna snatch me up in public and whup me, oh no, we were going to the handicap stall where she could do it in private. To this day I still wont use the handicap stall in a public restroom.
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