It was 5:30 pm, and I was leaving work. I was trudging down the hallway next to a man, until the man veered toward the men’s room.
The men’s room door was covered with a sign. “Women’s Room.”
A huge number of our field employees are women, and since they were coming in for a conference, the men’s room had been appropriated for their use.
You should have seen that man reel back. WOMENS ROOM NO ACCESS! HERE THERE BE GIRL PEE COOTIES.
“Oh it’s okay,” I said, “Use it. I’ll stand out here and make sure no one comes in.” Because I am the patron saint of Bladders and Bowels.
“Well … okay, thank you.” He went in so hesitantly I felt like calling, “Be careful you don’t slip on any menstrual blood when you’re in there!” but I did NOT.
I eyed the hallway. No women were coming. No one came at all, and I felt a little silly. Still, I stuck around till the man came out, and he thanked me. Karma deposit made.
7 responses to “Ladies Room”
I doubt that it was pee cooties he was considering, but more likely fear of walking in on some lady and then being charged with voyeurism or some pervy related crime.
That was a good deed. There is no despair quite like the despair of reaching a rest room that is suddenly off limits to you,when before it was not. It’s a thing.
Looks like our new department-mates are slipping. Those signs should have come down over the weekend.
You did a very nice thing, Queeny. I hope karma pays you back in spades for this.
How many women do you supposed used the men’s bathrooms just to compare them to the women’s?
Zayrina – Oh, I scouted it out first. It was cool.
Tami – I know. One’s colon panics.
Hot Mom – Actually, this was last Thursday.
Caroline – I’ve done it myslef, vice versa.
You must explain potty parity for those outside of this area.
Caroline – you’ve got it.