OK. So this happened about a year and half ago. Just something that popped into my head. I thought I’d share.
I play softball. I was playing in a softball tournament. We had just got back to the complex after eating at Denny’s. It was about 10 minutes until our next game when it occured to me that I needed to take a dump. I sprinted across the complex, hung a left into the bathroom, jump into the stall and went to work(so to speak). Couple minutes later I’m just about to finish up when I hear the sound of 2 ladies voices steadily approaching. They enter the bathroom. For a brief second I wonder why they are in here. Then it dawns on me. Maybe I went into the ladies restroom. I peek out from under the stall and see that there are NO urinals. I was in the ladies bathroom. One of the ladies jumps into the stall next to me, and the other one just stands by the sinking doing something.
Like she standing on guard or something. I can’t just walk out. What will I say? I wait silently for a few minutes. The two ladies leave. I quickly exit unnoticed.
It was a little scary. I don’t what I would of said if somebody had seen me. I’m sure the ladies would have thought I was a perv no matter what I said.
Being a girl, I once accidentally used the boy’s bathroom while with my newly hired Knott’s Camp Snoopy work group. The men from the group kept coming in and apologizing profusely to me upon seeing me at the mirror, thinking they’d arrived in the wrong bathroom.
It was only when I exited that I realized my mistake.
For it being not a big deal, it can be a bit embarrassing (especially when all the men standing against the wall are patiently waiting for you to get out of their bathroom).
I was still in high school, and my high school had a complicated design, so freshmen often were lost, and asking for directions, or ending up in the wrong room.
So anyhow, I went to the bathroom, and I see this little freshman Asian guy in sweatpants, sneakers, rectangular glasses – you name it, washing his hands. I come up and go, "Oh, you confused the bathrooms, this is a ladies’ bathroom, if you need to go, it’s down the hall that way. And the guy goes, “I am a lady.” And by God, she was. I don’t know how I could have missed it.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!! THAT reminds me of when I was in 4th grade (I’m now 32)…my hair was so long that I could sit on it (I am also female). During the summer between 4th and 5th grade, my mother (who obviously had to care for my hair since I was so young) decided the best style for my hair would be a “bob” ala Captain and Tenille’s Tenille (for those of you know who THEY were). I returned to 5th grade. A teacher’s aide that had been at the school for YEARS had the memory of a doper (no pun intended…sort of) and was known for calling the students either “son” (for boys, duh) or “honey” (for girls, of course). I was walking down the hall, sporting the new “do” when said substitute teacher (from a class room door approximately 4 feet behind me) yelled to me “son, could you come here please?” I WAS MORITIFIED and scarred for life! (I’ve gotten over it really…it’s just comments like above that bring this horrible moment back!) Anyway, I never get my hair cut above my bra strap on my back now for fear someone will mistake me for a boy! (Honestly I was FAR less developed as a woman in the 5th grade than now, so I’m sure it was an honest mistake then and no one would mistake me for a boy now…I do know this - - but to ME at THAT time it was QUITE the trauma!
Now I can ROFLMAO about it!
Thanks for letting me share! (This thread should die now, considering my post). lol!
ok, how’s this for duh: I’m a women in a guy’s profession, and start talking to a colleague… and follow him right into the men’s room. ARRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH What a doofus.
A few months ago during choir practice I needed to use the bathroom. One of the older gentlemen had left the room a few seconds before. There are no posted men’s rooms on that floor (one tiny hidden one that few people know about…it’s sort of reserved for the minister) so I assumed he had gone down the steps. As I opened the door to the ladies room, there he was, in a stall with the door open, standing with his back to me. I quickly exited and punched the button for the elevator…my knees were acting up and I couldn’t have gotten down the steps before he came out…he would have seen me going down the steps and would have been horribly embarassed at being caught using the ladies room, but I guess his need was quite urgent.
I walked into the ladies room at a bowling alley many years ago. I realized it when the machines on the walls dispensed tampons and kotex pads, not comdoms. I was able to leave without being noticed.
when I was 15 or so I rode my bike up to the local Fred Meyer (grocery-variety-hardware-everything store). It was a fair stretch on a bike and by the time I got there I had to pee REALLY bad. I parked my bike and jogged into the store. As I rounded the corner into the side-hall with the bathrooms I spied the letters M-E-N appearing on a door and I dashed directly through it, only to find several middle-aged women staring at me inside. I turned red and beat a hasty retreat.
In my haste I had failed to notice the “W-O-” preceeding the M-E-N.
