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There aren’t enough real pubs in the UK? :eek:
It happened to me as a teenager at the local roller-rink back in the eighties. I had to pee, so I rolled into the restroom, which I thought was the men’s room. I thought it was odd that there were no urinals, but I went ahead and rolled into one of the stalls, unzipped, and commenced to peeing while standing. Mid-pee, I heard someone else enter the restroom, stop suddenly, and exit again quickly. When I finished and joined my friends who were at a table in the nearby concession area, they laughed and pointed above the door I had just come out of, which was clearly labeled “Ladies”. :smack:
Yep, at a McDonalds I went into the ladies room and thought “Weird, no urinals in here.”
I worked at a company that was located on 3 different floors of a 6 story building. The bathrooms were next to each other, and in the same location on each floor (as expected), but for some unknown reason the mens & womens room were reversed on one of the floors we were on. So employees of our company were walking into the wrong bathroom all the time.
I once went on a trip to Helsinki (from Stockholm) with my office and at one place we visited a colleague asked me “Lars, you know some Finnish, don’t you? Which is the ladies and which is the gents? The doors are just marked N and M”. When I answered “It’s simple. N means naiset and M means miehet” she looked at me in a disgusted way and said “You are not funny” 
(I did tell her in the end).
I have also seen “hymns” and “hearse” in a pub in London.
Both accidentally and deliberately peed in the wrong bathroom.
Hey, when you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go.
I’ve used the men’s room on purpose and by accident. <Shrug> I also recently stopped a guy from walking into the women’s room at the airport. I think he was just tired and confused, not pervy.
Yup. Completely and totally drunk off my ass.
I remember a woman standing at the sinks while I’m washing my hands saying “you do know this is a woman’s restroom, right?”
I think I said “oh” and wandered out.
Funny thing was, I’m pretty certain I had already used that restroom once before during the night. When the heck did it switch genders? I wondered.
The bathrooms in the Vegas airport don’t have doors just dog-leg halls. It’s very easy to take the wrong fork.:eek:
I went into the two stall women’s room at the library. ASs I was using the facilities, I nticed the feet in the next stall were facing in the opposite direction as mine.
I was already finished, washed my hands, and was wiping them when the person came out–a young black dude face-to-face with middle aged white female me.
Is this the ladies’ room? he asked.
I walked over to the door, opened it and very pointedly looked at the sign on the front. “Yes.”
He apologized profusely. Considering the amount of time he spent in the stall, he oviously was not pervy, just had to go really, really bad.
The office building I used to work in had the same layout on every floor, except the position of the mens/ladies rooms alternated on each floor. So if I was on another floor than where I usually worked, and not paying attention, I would walk into the ladies room. Happened quite a few times, and not just to me.
I was at work in a federal building and was on a floor I usually don’t work on. I got disoriented and when I headed for the bathroom I turned the corner and saw the sign that said “MEN”. When I went in, I noticed a couch and a vase of flowers on the sink, which they didn’t have on my floor. When I didn’t see a urinal I headed back out again as quick as I could. Fortunately nobody was in there and nobody saw me come out. I took a second look at the sign and realized that coming around corner, only the right half of the sign was visible.
Why do women need couches in the bathroom?
BTW, regarding the OP, I don’t think the French get too flustered about this sort of thing, the way that Americans do.
I attended college at Madonna University, which had once been a Catholic, all-girls university. There were several times when I walked into the restroom, saw baby-blue or pink tile, noticed no urinals, and had to dash back out to make sure I wasn’t in the wrong restroom. It wasn’t like you could just mistakenly use the wrong door, either. The men’s and ladies’ rooms were in different areas because, before they started allowing men at the school, they had no need to have two of them close together.
I was at an outdoor mall with a musical event and had had two drinks; just enough to feel a bit jolly. I went over two the restrooms and just made the wrong turn at the corridor when I saw a few women standing around the sinks. My smile turned into a momentary dazed look before I said, “oops, sorry” and headed back out.
After coming back out of the correct room I saw a girl pointing me out to her friend. They actually came over to me and one said, “here’s my new friend. We met in the Ladie’s room.” The three of us talked for a minute or two. They were kinda cute and the one enjoyed telling her friend the funny story.
Yep. I was at a bachelor party in Vegas. I probably don’t need to elaborate, but I will anyway
First we hit the karaoke bar and the beer was flowing. But I had no problem getting in the right bathroom there.
Then we hit some dingy strip club downtown. I don’t remember its name, but they didn’t sere alcohol. We had to go outside where we had a few bottles of rum, vodka, and Coke in the trunk of a car. Still had no problem finding the men’s room there.
Then we drove over to some flashy strip club just off the strip. By that time the rum and Cokes and shots of straight vodka were really starting to catch up to me. I don’t remember much, but there were a lot of flashy lights and naked women up on platforms. It seemed more like a dance club than a strip club. I was on the verge of passing out.
At some point, I had to pee. So I head off on my own to find the bathroom. I don’t remember how I got in there, but I remember thinking that it was a really nice bathroom. One toilet and a sink. No stalls, no urinals and the lights were nicely dimmed. I took a leak, washed my hands and walked out.
I was told later that I was apparently in a stripper bathroom. A place where the dancers could go privately. No one that I knew saw me go in, but I just nonchalantly walked out, oblivious to all the angry looks I was getting from the girls.
Just once, where I learned the hard way not to push the button marked “ATR”.
This guy is on a plane and just got done eating. And we all know airplane food, it just goes right through you. So he went back to the guy’s bathroom which was occupied by a guy who is going to be there a while. So he asked the flight attendant “maam, I really need to go to the bathroom is it alright if I use the women’s.” The flight attendant seeing his pain says “alright just don’t touch anything.” So he goes in there and sees three buttons to the right of the toilet.
So he presses the first one labeled P. and gets his butt powdered. He thinks that felt pretty nice.
Then he looks at the second one labeled B. and a nice lofty breeze come in the bowl. He thinks wow why can’t the guys have these.
Then he see the third one labeled A.T.R. and thinks the others were nice I will press this one. He presses it and blacks out.
He wakes up and finds himself in the hospital and asks the nurse “what happened?”
The nurse is like "are you the guy from the plane?’
Dumbfounded the guy is like “yeah”
Nurse "the one in the women’s bathroom?’
Guy “yeah”
“You pressed that button that was labeled A.T.R.”
“Yeah”
“Do you know what that means?”
“No”
“It means AUTOMATIC TAMPON REMOVER, your penis is in the cooler.”
It’s been a couple of years (and I’d had a couple of beers), so I don’t remember the specific issue. But there’s an Outback Steakhouse (yes, I know, my first mistake) we went to once that had very confusingly labeled restrooms. I didn’t go into the wrong one, but I had to stand there and think about it for a minute before making a guess. After I got back, I made a point of watching people walk up to the restrooms, and almost everyone had to pause before choosing a door. Why do places think it’s cute to label restrooms in a way that confuses most of their patrons? Especially places that serve alcohol? Not only will people be using the restroom more often, but their reasoning will be impaired. Make it easy!
I am female and once I accidentally walked into the men’s locker room at the pool. As soon as you go in the locker room, you’re in the shower area. There was a younger (maybe around 15-16 year old) guy taking a shower. Luckily for both of us, he was still wearing trunks. We both made surprised faces and I got the hell out of there!