I have a severe case of tiny bladder and have to pee all the time. I usually have to pee so bad that I am not very observant.
I have gone into the men’s room by accident about 20 or 30 times; of those times, I have not noticed until after I was past the point of no return about 5 times. Occasionally, I have encountered men in there with me and they don’t seem to mind.
I have also used the men’s room on purpose at many concerts and sporting events. When the ladies line gets too long and I gotta go, I just yell in that I am coming in and that they don’t have anything I am interested in and do my business.
I would totally be into unisex bathrooms everywhere. It would make things so much easier.
So there we were at an art gallery. One of my friends, who suffers from Alzheimers, went into a washroom while the rest of us waited in the hall. After a while, I noticed that she had gone into the wrong washroom, so I mentioned it to her husband. Rather than he or I going into the men’s washroom to retrieve her, we decided to wait to see what would happen. After a while, she came out and said that she thought that her mind was playing tricks on her, for she thought she was seeing men in the washroom.
Once in college, I ventured out to L.A. for a workshop related to my major and they put us up in the UCLA dorms. On the floor I was staying, somebody had scratched out the first two letters on the sign for the women’s restroom, so that it read “MEN.” I went into one of the stalls and saw they had those little boxes for used tampons. That was odd I thought, but I really had to go, so I just kind of brushed the concern aside. Luckily no one had come in while I was in there, and it was only after I had done my business and was walking out the door that some other guy saw me and said, "Dude, that’s the ladies’ room. I turned around, looked at the sign and noticed sure enough that the letters had been scratched out.
I did once on the fairgrounds because I’d had a few, needed to go really bad, and the line outside the women’s toilet was about one mile long. Everyone just laughed at me.
As kids we tricked my brother into going into the women’s room at the local German restaurant. The signs on the doors were in German, a language we weren’t really skilled at but they had the silhouhettes of a guy in pants and a woman with a skirt on the proper doors. Me and my sister convinced my brother to go to the ladies’ room by telling him that in Germany, the men wore dresses.
I was at a robot supplier, and without exception (except for the *one exception that caught me) the restrooms were always in the same order along the wall: men’s room, women’s room. It’s an easy pattern, and one you get used to quite quickly. Except that that pattern is broken in the cafeteria. So I, needing to use the bathroom, dodge into the first one along the wall. Luckily there was a woman there that made me realize what was going on before I unzipped anything.
There was (maybe still is) a faux Mexican restaurant near a different company where I used to work. The bathrooms are well-marked and hard to confuse. They have frosted glass doors clearly marked “Gentlemen” and “Ladies.” On the inside of the men’s room (I didn’t get to check out the women’s) on the back of the frosted glass with backwards, reflected, frostly looking letters is the word “Ladies.” Now I’ll tell you, it doesn’t matter at all if you just finished using a urinal. The first time you walk to the door and see the backwards “Ladies” you definitely have some type of reaction.
Once, about 20 years, I was coming off a flight at Montreal’s Dorval airport (as it was then known) and on my way to customs. I was exhausted and had to go to the bathroom really bad. I thought I had read the sign correctly but when I went in there were only stalls, no urinals. It was empty, so I couldn’t tell for sure, but I really had to go so I used one of the stalls. Nobody came in while I was going. When I was done I was more relaxed so I could see, as I exited, that indeed I had gone in the women’s room by mistake.
When my gay men’s chorus is on break, lots of guys need to use the men’s room. Rather than standing in line, some of us go to the ladies’ room. Sometimes there are one or two women in the building, and they know not to go while we’re on break.
Yup, and I was quite embarassed by it, too. I pulled into a busy truck stop convenience store for fuel, coffee, and smokes, heading from one customer to another, and needed to hit the men’s room as well to recyle that morning’s coffee.
It seems I followed (on a kind of auto-pilot sorta thing) what I thought was a short, obese, bald, black guy into what I thought was the men’s room.
Turns out it was a short, obese, bald, black gal. And she went into the lady’s room.
Funny story. An acquaintance, a real southern belle type with a heavy accent, told of a time that she entered the bathroom and thought to herself, “My, those are odd shaped sinks…” It took her a few minutes to realize that she was looking at the urinals in the mens room.
Nope, I only got as far as opening the wrong door and noticing gents at the urinals - fortunately none was looking towards the door at the time. I was at a pub and guessed wrong which of the cutsie names for the bathrooms meant which gender.
The couches are very handy for nursing mothers, too. I always hated nursing in public (I was adept at covering up, and most people didn’t even realize that I was nursing) or going out to the car or into a bathroom stall to nurse. The car was generally too hot or too cold, and nursing in a bathroom stall is just icky.
Yep. A few times, actually. None of them terribly memorable, but one thing was clear was that none of them had urinals. The sight of a urinal and I obviously would have high tailed it outta there, but every time it’s happened the place is empty and normal-looking…and I only am aware of the problem once another person comes in :smack:
I ended up in a cubicle with a chick once, so I could talk about another girl in the bar I was kinda courting, you know…
I must’ve been the only guy in the joint who genuinely took a girl into the bathroom to talk, and the bouncer still jumped the door to peer over and throw us out.
