I recently met my friend Melissa for dinner. We met at a mall restaurant more or less half way between us. After dinner, we shopped a little and scored some great bargins. I had a few extra stops and she had a paper due, so we parted ways. The mall in question is undergoing renovations so on the way out, it took a little hunting to locate the ladies room. I did eventually find one in the food court.
When I rounded the corner, I double checked the sign.
Yup, still wearing a skirt.
So, imagine my surprise as I rounded the next corner.
What the !@$%?????
Embarrassed, I scooted out of the bathroom and rechecked both signs. No, I was in the right place. Still there was no one else in the bathroom, so I looked around for the cameras. Finding no one was waiting in the shadows to punk me, I took care of business. As I was taking care of the paperwork, I heard a group of women come in and go through the same process I did.
Of course the one I really felt sorry for was the guy who rushed by me on the way out.