I was about 7 or 8 and we were in Adventureland in the Magic Kingdom, and my dad took me to the restroom. I was surprised that there were no urinals inside, but we both took care of our business and walked out without incident.
It was only after we exited that my mom told us that my dad had led us both into the women’s restroom.
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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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French women are not shy. Several times when in France I have been using the urinals as women jump out of the long ladies queue to use the empty mens stalls.
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