Top less at the Capitol

What? Wait...what!? You mean you've never been top less at the state Capitol?
Well, I have... not for fun either, although if I found that to be fun I think I would need to reevaluate how I have fun.
Anyways
Have a baby. Work at Capitol where just almost EVERY department has a "bring your baby to work til they are 6 months old policy"...almost because my department doesn't, which sucks, but I digress.
Law mandates that they provide a space and break time for me to drain the tata's for little man. Problem being they have ONE room in the ENTIRE Capitol building for nursing mothers. ONE! when I got back to work and tried to get on the list to use the room I found myself being one of NINE women rotating in that room. Do the math. It doesn't work out. So I tell my boss. I tell LA LECHE LEAGUE. I tell building services. I tell whoever will listen. What I got back.... find a room to do your business or go home. There are a couple of small meeting rooms that my boss was able to say I could use.... until our rush part of the year comes then it's first come first serve....translation: I'm assed out.
Fine
I go up to observation deck.
I put my little "breastfeeding in progress" sign on the door
I block the door with an angled chair.
I take my top off & put on my "hands free" pumping bra (which looks far more ridiculous than it sounds if you can imagine that)
Get hooked up to machine
Sit back and start to read
And then I hear it, the sound of a child running around without a care in the world. I think "parent needs to leash that kid" as I log on to amazon to browse for what leash I should get for little man.
The noise is now accompanied by a scream.... and more screaming.... oh goodie,  little Johnny asshole wants a cookie....then more running.
Then the bang, he's run into the door, I wonder if mr. Entitled thinks it should've magically opened for him as he screams "what's in there!?! I want to go in thereeeeeeeee!"
No you don't little buddy.
I see the knob turn ... I can literally FEEL his frustration.
Then a kick at the door.... kudos on teaching respect mommy....
And then as I hear mommy finally catching up.... He breaks through with one glorious grunt.
I growl.
It was instinct. A guttural growl...
The absolute look of confusion was one I will never forget because I had actually turned around to face him hearing him push through.
He bursts into tears!
I point to my boob and say "want some chocolate milk or strawberry" as his mother grabs him and without so much as an apology slams the door.

I laugh. Finish pumping. Pack up. And start to head out.
I open the door to see little Johnny asshole with what must've been grandma... and mommy starring at me from across the hall.
She marches over and, I shit you not, says, "you shouldn't be doing that in there. That's what a restroom is for! And you told my child that's where his chock milk comes from!? What is wrong with you?"
I was totally taken aback. But still managed to reply, "if that is what a restroom is for then you have done some horribly foul things in my nursing space" and walked away thinking it was over.
Only to hear her yell behind me, "you shouldn't be top less at the Capitol"...

I agree.