In the early 70s, I was riding a bike to go to yard customers miles from home. One time, on a Friday, I had to get to a restroom; the customers were not at home so I went to a service station at a nearby intersection. After I did my business there I returned to the yard.
The next day I went to another customer; and when I got home from there I couldn’t find my checkbook! I called the Saturday customer, but they didn’t find it either.
A couple days later, my mother yelled at me for what she decided was really perverted on my part: The service station called and said they had found my checkbook–in the women’s restroom!
Golly, sometimes you really gotta go…and you don’t look too closely at signs.
Dopers, please post here instances of someone else getting on your case about something you did that turned out wrong–but in your heart of hearts you KNOW you didn’t do anything wrong.
Flaming the shit out of valenta8 on GQ. Caught all kinds of shit for that one. I realized it was wrong after a “heart-to-heart” w/Nickrz.
Oh, and Brithael bites. 
I’m sure it was a one person restroom anyhow. Oh well. Oops.
One toilet is the same as another.
Phobia, I bet your mother wasn’t as fierce as mine could be, if she thought I had done something perverted. I have to give her her due, though: suppose someone–a woman OR a man–had seen me go into or out of the women’s restroom? Perhaps I could have been arrested! (I was 26 at the time.) It’s a long story, of course; but the details I’ve given in the original posting seemed enough…