Perhaps it’s part of the building code here in the US, but changing tables are very common in the public restrooms. Here is the website for “Koala Kare,” the brand I see most often in restrooms. (Unfortunately, the website is flash-intensive.)
People are, in fact, fucking rude sometimes when they change their kids’ diapers. I have no skepticism at all regarding stories about diapers changed on benches or tables; I once had a lady sitting next to me on a Greyhound bus change her baby in my lap.
No, I didn’t know her.
No, she didn’t ask first.
I was reading my book, and suddenly her baby’s head is in my lap and she’s got the pants off and was wiping while still chattering to her friend/relative on her other side. I was too surprised to say anything, and even if I did, by that time it would have been more hassle and potential mess to try to scoop up her half naked kid et al and move the operation elsewhere.
She was quick, efficient, and there was no mess; I had the head end and poop did not splatter from wall to wall, all’s well that ended well and it didn’t ruin my day, just left me thinking WTF? I KNOW as a parent you get inured to diaper changes; they’re just routine and you do a change when you have to, but a wee bit of situational awareness is called for.
She never did stop chattering to her neighbor, either, and we got off the bus 5 minutes later (gee, that couldn’t wait till you could use the bus station bathroom?) so no, I never got to say anything to her either.
Who brings their baby to work with them?
Makes sense. Someone in that firm has to do the HR work.
For next time:“Why are you putting that thing in my lap?”
I don’t recall saying anything that would indicate I thought I am put upon.
Every last woman who had a baby in all of the places I worked.
I do. And if that rug rat’s pole dancing wavers and she brings in less than a hundred in tips that night…well, no pacifier for her for the next week.
Kids just don’t have a work ethic anymore.
At my office, just about everybody. Of course, we’re a family-friendly company in the sense that most of us would really like to hug your infant.