I, a MALE, accidentally used the WOMEN'S washroom today.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I was in the library intending to do some homework when I needed to go to the bathroom for a #1. There are two pairs of bathrooms on the floor that I’m on. We’ll call them A and B. From previous experience, I know that A stinks like fermenting urine because of the dang urinals. So I decided that I would go to B, which I haven’t visited in over 2 years.

The B bathrooms are located out of the way near many rows of cabinets. As I walked by, I got distracted by the cabinets and went into one of the doors. I casually walk in and notice that there were no urinals so I just thought this was a fancier bathroom that didn’t include them. There was no fermenting urine smell, which was a big plus. I went to the toilet, sat down, and did my business. I stared off into space for a few minutes and notice that there was no graffiti on the stall walls for me to read.

Then, I heard some other people come in. One of them used the toilet stall beside mine. This knocked me out of my zone so I got ready to leave.

I opened the stall door and stepped out. I took a look at the sink and there was this girl standing in front of the mirror putting on makeup!!!

The first thought that entered my head was that this was a co-ed bathroom. But just as quickly, I realized there is nothing co-ed on campus. It then all clicked together. I bolted out of there without washing my hands, fearing that I would get a huge scream from the girl in front of the mirror. Luckily, there wasn’t a noise. Maybe she didn’t see me or maybe she thought I was a muscular girl with facial hair.

As I opened the bathroom door to leave, I looked at the big blue and white sign on it. It was clearly the women’s bathroom! Even worse, just as the door swung wide open, a 40 year old man walked past me. The men’s bathroom was through the door right next to the women’s.

Fearing a man hunt and having lose my desire to do homework, I walked out of the library and tried to reflect on what I just did. How the hell does a 21 year old man get himself into this kind of situation?

For those guys who have not been inside a women’s washroom, it is definitely much cleaner and nicer than the men’s. I demand gender equality. :smiley:

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Pervert.

But seriously, a new dining hall was built on my college campus this year. In a paroxysm of school spirit, they decided to label the men’s bathroom Johnnies and the women’s bathroom Bennies, causing me (a male named Ben) a moment of disconcertion every time I need to use the bathroom there.

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I did this once at the local movie theater a few years back. Fortunately, I got lucky and no one walked in on me. The pink walls and lack of urinals should have clued me in, but I wasn’t certain till I had finished my business and saw the sign on the door.

In my defense, the two bathrooms were in a short hallway. The women’s room was at the beginning and right next to the door was a sign pointing at the door saying men’s. The men’s was actually at the end of the hallway. I saw the sign next to the door and dashed in without actually looking at the sign on the door.

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{Nelson Muntz} Ha-ha!

I saw a guy come out of the lady’s bathroom at university once. I smiled at his discomfort. I’m so cold-hearted.

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Should this happen, my all-purpose remark if someone objects is to mutter “One little detail…!”

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I remember hearing this snippet of a conversation once between a father and his very young (ca. 6 years old) son, recently returned from the wrong restroom, which told the whole story:

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Once, when I was 17 or 18, I walked over to the kitchen garbage can, which is nowhere near the toilet, whipped it out and started to pee. After a few seconds, I realized what the hell I was doing, stopped, and ran through the house to get to the bathroom. To this day, I have no idea what came over me, but I’m grateful that I was able to make it to the bathroom and take out the trash without having to explain to anyone.

My Mom was overjoyed that I had taken the initiative to take out the trash.

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Just as soon as I arrived at the airport in Paris, I realized that I should find the women’s room. The French didn’t make it easy for me. When I did find it, a cleaning lady had closed it. I made over-exaggerated pleading gestures to her, but she shook her head. I began to make a dash for one of the stalls, but she shouted at me and looked like she might hit me with her mop. She gestured toward the handicapped room next door. I showed her that it was locked. Finally, she motioned for me to follow her down the hall. She lead me to the very busy men’s room. By then I had no choice. I chose a stall with no feet, lowered my eyes and headed for it. There were some teasing catcalls. Thank goodness I couldn’t understand a word. As I left the stall, I just lifted the scarf around my shoulders to put a wall between us, so to speak.

“Welcome to Paris,” I thought.

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I’ve done that at a bar/restaurant once. The (men’s) bathroom is often crowded, but the women’s bathroom was thankfully empty, and I noticed my mistake in a few questions. It wasn’t the first time I went there, yet I somehow went in the wrong door, even though they are opposite from each other. I backed out and I don’t think anyone saw me.

But, ah, even though this was at a bar, I had just arrived and was completely sober, just a little slow. :o Hopefully I would have had the wherewithal to lurch around and fake drunkenness.

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heh… much as I’d like to believe it was an accident, your username makes me wonder :slight_smile:

*Edit… hahaha that goes for **Chasing Dreams ** and **Goblinboy *** too…!

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That’s what I always thought, too, but at least two dopers have posted that they had jobs cleaning restrooms and that women’s rooms are much more disgusting. I guess you and I are both wrong about that, but at least you have a lifetime of visiting men’s room to draw on. All I have is a lifetime of visiting women’s rooms.

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I did this once in an office wing. I walked past the restrooms and sort of unconsciously thought I didn’t need to go, well, wait, maybe I do. So I turned around and went in. I think something about turning around confused the two entrances and I walked in. The pinkish color scheme and lack of bad odor seemed wrong immediately, and I realized the mistake and left.

It’s really important in such cases to have a surprised look and shake your head, so it’s obvious it was just an error. At least, it seemed so at the time.

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I was in a restroom stall at work when I heard someone hit the outside door pretty hard, then slam open an adjacent stall. As the falling water sound started I was thinking wow, she really had to go - when I realized the person hadn’t closed the stall or sat down. Yep, some guy had mistaken the women’s room for the men’s room, which was actually the next door down. For a moment I thought about saying something, but then I figured why bother. Plus the women who use that restroom suck about not getting urine splashes around, so the last thing I should be doing is scaring someone who’s probably got better aim at the moment.

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I did this once at the drag races (there’s in pun in there somewhere). When the Texas Motorplex was new, I drove to Ennis to see an NHRA event. The shiny new metal building that contained the restrooms were long rectangles. The door on one end was labelled “Women” so I walked past it and into the door on the other end. What I didn’t realize was that the building was divided longitudinally. I thought it was odd that there were no urinals, but I didn’t let that stop me from walking into a stall, unzipping, and relieving the pressure. It was only as I was walking out that I realized that women were walking in the other end.

No one seemed to mind, so I non-chalantly walked out just like I knew what I was doing.

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And here I get grief pretty often when I’m using the correct room! (Short hair, no makeup, shapeless clothes, dirty and wearing a toolbelt will do that to you!) I’ve gotten really good at sticking out my chest and raising my voice into a “definately female” range while passing folks coming in or out of the door. I can’t count how many times I’ve heard “but Mommy, there’s a BOY in here!”

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Don’t remember where or when, but a friend and I once braved a men’s room at a concert. The line for the women’s room went around the block a couple of times, and there was no line at the men’s room.

Hey, when you’re desperate…

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A few years ago I stopped at a rest area on the turnpike. I wasn’t watching where I as going and I accidentally went into the ladies room. When I looked up I gave a startled “I’m Sorry.” The woman I was looking at gave a startled “thank you” (thank you?) and I walked out.

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I would often use the women’s restroom when I was working on my high school yearbook. Granted this was after school and there weren’t too many people around. The men’s room was waaaaaay across the courtyard (a whole 20 meters) and I couldn’t be bothered.
Many of the bathrooms in college were coed (multi-stall, multi-shower.) No one seemed to care.

Edit: Forgot to add that the only times I’ve accidently went into the women’s room I’ve noticed and left without depositing anything or being noticed.

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Shit, I don’t even bother with desperate anymore. That’s one of the nice things about getting old and antisocial. I’ll stand in line with the other she-ple for about 2 minutes, before audibly saying, “This is ridiculous,” and heading into the empty men’s room. Two thirds of the time I start a trend and more women follow me.

As for who’s cleaner, I’ve found that women’s bathrooms have a lot more toilet paper streamers and unflushed toilets, and “gifts” (both liquid and solid) on the seats, but men’s bathrooms smell worse of partially ammoniaed urine. I have no idea who ever thought a urinal was a good idea, but OTOH, since women always have to use a stall, it gives us more opportunities to be total disgusting pigs in what feels like a private space.

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Inner Stickler - Do you go to St. John’s in Collegeville, MN?

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