"Oh, anywhere is fine. You can change him there in the living room, if you want."
Having had our share of diaper changing challenges when traveling with the baby, my wife and I exchanged furtive glances of concern. But we eventually consented (mostly because we didn't have much choice). The living room had two possible surfaces - an upholstered futon and a leather ottoman. We chose the brown leather ottoman, for reasons that should be obvious to anyone who has changed a diaper with a very strong and willful baby.
He didn't flip and toss, but Finley promptly forgot his courtesies and peed everywhere during the 5 seconds he wasn't wearing a diaper. Floor, ottoman, himself... me.
But, ultimately, it wasn't really a big deal and we quickly had it cleaned up. We offered many apologies, which were graciously accepted. After lunch, we continued on our way.
The other day, we got an e-mail from that friend, making sure we had a good trip and inviting us back the next time we were driving through. As an aside, she mentioned they now refer to that piece of furniture as "the pottoman".
I quickly replied, "Hey, at least you don't have a 'poopton'".