I went into the Men's bathroom today

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Yes, I’m of the female persuasion.

I was at our local mall at the Ruby Tuesday’s chain having lunch, with my daughter, sister, and mother. We’re right by the restrooms (I can actually see the restroom door I entered from my vantage point). My sister ordered a sampler upon our arrival, and by the time 30 minutes and our salads had passed on by, she inquired about said sampler to the waiter, who said, oh, it always takes this long for it to cook. He then came right back with the sampler, and my sister asks for the manager. The sampler is cold.

I don’t go out much, and rarely to restaurants (hey, I’m a good cook and I like being home) and thus I decide to make the bathroom exit whilst the manager is suppose to arrive, with all the ensuing hoopla (sorry, I just didn’t want to be there). So I hop up and head for the nearest bathroom door.

Imagine my confusion when I walk in and find only one stall and two urinals. I’m standing there thinking “what the hell?” and suddenly realize I’m in the MEN’S bathroom. Oh God. Thank God. It was void of men, or anybody else, for that matter.

Of course, I immediately open the door and pop out, hoping no one has noticed my faux pas. And of course, my 12-year-old daughter, as she was sitting right beside me prior, saw all of this and is laughing her arse off. I went right to the ladies room (checking the sign to make sure!) and proceeded to go about my business, all with a red face. My lovely child couldn’t pass up the opportunity to come in and say “Mom, did you just go in the Men’s room?”

Hey, saw that, did ya?

She’s never going to let me live this one down.

Anyone else had this rather unusual experience?

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Not accidentally, but I have used men’s rooms on purpose. Last summer, when I was pregnant, I didn’t care which bathroom I used. During childbirth class, we’d get bathroom breaks, and there’d be a line for the women’s room, but not the men’s. I’d pop into the men’s room, do my thing, and walk out. The way I saw it, it’s a commode, it’s empty, so why not make use of it and avoid the rush?

Robin

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My mom, distracted by a trail of raisinettes at a movie theatre, followed them directly into the men’s room, talking the whole time. She only exited when I stood in the hall yelling, “Mom. Get out here.”

Good thing I love her, cause she’s a piece of work sometimes. :slight_smile:

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If it’s any consolation, I’m a guy, and if I saw a woman in the guy’s bathroom, I’d probably just shrug and not say a word. Unless you’re standing directly over me as I try to do my business, I don’t care if you’re in there.

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At work, we have a Coed bathroom, formerly a Men’s, with a lock on the door. Occasionally some dork forgets to lock the door.

It wouldn’t be a bid deal if there wasn’t a lock. There are urinals with a privacy wall, and two stalls, and if one knews that one might walk in and encounter persons using the restroom, possibly a person of the opposite sex, one could just nod and say, “Hi, Bob,” and go to the stall.

But when one, through no fault of one’s on, walks in on a gentleman at the urinal, and neither person expects it, it’s just awkward. Worse if you go to a stall without realizing that the other stall is occupied. You think you’re alone, doing your business, and suddenly the person in the other stall sniffs or suffles his feet or something, and you’re thrown into a panicky mental review–oh, god, I didn’t make any weird noises, did I?

So, listen up, dorks! If you use the Coed, lock the damn door!

BTW, they put in a tampon machine, which, in combination with the urinals, is just odd.

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Yes maam and your question gave me a flashback…

My husband and I drive an 18 wheeler coast to coast. One night we were just a few miles out of Oklahoma City and had a blow
out on the truck. frown We did a flip (turned around) and headed back towards the city to get the tire replaced. We were having to just creep along so when we got to this little sleasy truck stop, I had to tinkle in a bad way. I jumped out of the truck, ran inside and into the stall. As I was sitting there doing my business and reading the graffity on the stall door, I couldn’t help noticing that it was some of the crudest things I had ever seen on a ladies room stall door. Not the usual, “I luv So n So” or the lewd and crude remarks some women feel inclined to write. I mean this stuff was raunchy! It takes me a few seconds and it finally dawns on me I’m in the men’s room…AT A DUMP OF A TRUCK STOP!!! The place was filthy. So I’m sitting there afraid to move and a guy comes in. I realize the urinal is right next to the stall. I didn’t see it on my way in because the door opened towards the urinal. And I was in a hurry. I move my feet over so he can’t see them but I’m watching his. He starts doing his business. He is breathing as if he has had just 1000 too many hamburgers and large fries with that. That wheezy, slack jawed breathing that only a very overweight man can make. I start to pray that God will help me get out of there. I’m really scared at this point. eek! There are some terrible men out there and alot of these felons stay incognito driving big trucks. What if I get caught in the bathroom by one?
Of course my imagination is running wild and that is not getting me out of my predicament. He passes gas, (I wanted to laugh now in the middle of my panic attack) , and he finally leaves. I hurriedly get my jeans up, take a deep breath and make a run for it. I escape unscathed.
Now I have used a mens room on purpose before. But this one would not have been made by choice under any circumstances. I would have wet my pants 1st. After that incident I bought a port-a-potty for the truck.

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Yep, I’ve used men’s rooms.

The first time was kindergarten I think, or grade one. My first day we took a tour… I had to go s bad and it took forever for the teacher to let me leave the classroom so I book it for the nearest bathroom. I didn’t even realize it was the boys until I walk out of the stall and I spot the urinals.

Other times it’s usually stuff like Guide Camp. There are no boys within a few miles of us, so no one to complain. A bathroom is a bathroom.

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guy here:

Yes I’ve walked into the ladies before. Boy was my face red!

Anyway theres this local restraunt I like to goto. The owners of this particular restraunt like to f@#k with their customers; What they do is, on the outside of the bathroom door it will say ladies or mens as any normal public restroom would. But what they do is once you are inside the bathroom and you take care of your bussiness; they put the exact opposite sign of what ever bathroom you walked into. So as you open the door to leave the restroom and you see the sign on the door, you briefly freak out for a second and think “OH MY GOD DID I JUST USE THE [insert opposite gender here] BATHROOM!”

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I remember being 13 or so… and I had gone swimming at a hotel with waterslides.

I didn’t wear my glasses my down the slides… and when it came time for me to choose a restroom to “rest” in, i couldn’t tell if the stick figure was wearing a SKIRT or PANTS. Somehow it was ALL TOO CLEAR when I realized the people inside the room were males.

oops

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I was once at a meeting at a hotel and during a break thought I had better hit the washroom as you only rent coffee.

There were a bunch of women parked by one of the bathroom doors so I rather automatically walked into the other washroom.

So I’m standing there wondering when they decided to remove the uinals and realize that I’m in the wrong room.

So I peed in the sink.

I’m kidding!

I went back out into the foyer and these women were laughing their asses off… I bet more than a few guys had made the same mistake anf thought that it could have been a set up.

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I once strolled into the ladies room by mistake at our state fairgrounds. There were two entrances along the same wall. Looking at the first one the sign read “WOMEN”. I naturally assumed, by process of elimination (no pun intended) that the other entrance was for the men’s room and did not see a sign to tell me otherwise. The way these restrooms were set up was that there were two entrances into each restroom, with the men’s restroom being on the other side. I’m just glad my sister stopped me before I got too far in there. I think the lack of urinals would have clued me in, if nothing else.

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I was at a campground in the Catskills a few years ago. We got there at night, and after setting up I decided to hit the bathroom. The campground wasn’t lit of course, except for a light on the little bathroom building, and I was really tired.

I walk in, go straight to a sink and start washing my face, then brushing my teeth. During this time I saw 2 different women walk in. I figured it was no big deal, maybe they got confused in the dark. Whatever. I knew I was in the Mens Room.

When the third woman walked in and looked at me, I began to wonder just what bathroom I was in. I walked out, and sure as hell, I had been in the Ladies Room. Man, was that embarrassing.
I was convinced that at 3 different campfire conversations, I was “that pervert in the bathroom”.

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About 4-5 yrs ago I was waiting in the car for my GF who was in the grocery store. About 10 min pass when I got that feeling in my gut, you know the one, the one you get when you’re getting a sudden onset of “the runs”.

So I run into the store into the restroom and sit , taking care of nature biz for about 5min.
Then someone walks in and takes the stall next to mine, I didn’t think anything of it, so I continue to sniffle/cough(cold) and crap.

I was in there for a good while, I took care of bidness then warshed my hands,looked in the mirror…
Then the person clears her throat,…my heart sank.
I look over to see a pair of small pink shoes,not a little girls,but a womens. I thought “oohh shit”…I looked around NO URINAL!
I ran outta there,made a b-line to the car and slinked down into the seat(no one saw me exiting). When my GF returned, she asked: “whats wrong?”.I told her as we were leaving.
She had a good laugh,I’m glad someone did…

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I been in the women’s bathroom a few times. Never on accident though but always with the knowledge that it was either OK or it was empty. I figured the ladies might be pretty peeved. I’ve almost always been quite impressed by the cleanliness.

Side note: I’m all ready for co-ed bathrooms. No performance jitters here. As long as I have an urinal I’ll be happy.

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I have used the women’s room on purpose a number of times, for various reasons; e.g.

*the men’s room was inaccesible and we had to use the women’s;

*the men’s room was either disgusting or far away and I saw other men using the women’s (the “when in Rome” principle);

*or when, as an employee, I happened to be cleaning the women’s and I really had to go, on the theory that anyone who saw me emerging in uniform therefrom would assume I was just doing my duty, ma’am, and not my business as well.

When I was a small child, we were visiting a golf dome or somethng, and I had to go. I saw the women’s room and deked into the next room over. I emerged to the merriment of my little friends and realized that it was also a women’s room! gah!! There were two women’s rooms and two men’s rooms in a row. That is just… gah.

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I’ll use the men’s room whenever nessasary. If I’ve gotta go, it doesn’t matter to me much where I go.

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At clubs, women routinely use the men’s room due to the lineup. Not a big deal. I am not above using the women’s washroom in a low-traffic area (e.g. gas station) if I am in a hurry and my other options are limited. I mean, who cares?

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I accidentally went into the men’s room at a gaming convention (Gen-Con) once. Popped inside, saw the urinals, did a U-turn and left. At least I don’t think anyone noticed me. I wouldn’t even have had an excuse to go in there, since the women’s washrooms are usually low-traffic at events like that. :wink:

I’ve used them intentionally, on occasion, at concerts and the like - especially when the toilets in the women’s bathroom aren’t working well or getting stopped up.

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I have a medically small bladder—seriously. I had surgery to enlarge it when I was five, but it’s still pretty small, and I have to use the restroom frequently. In high school band, we used to stop at fast food restaurants for lunch and breaks. I was way too impatient to use the ladies’ room—two stalls and forty-five teenage girls just don’t mix. And the guys’ bathroom was always empty within about ten minutes, so I’d just go in there.

When I was a senior, and drum major, the director chided me for using the men’s room and setting a bad example. I just kind of glared at him (I had an attitude problem after getting sh*t from the other kids all season–they always gave drum majors a hard time, and I was no exception —, I didn’t need it from him, too), and told him that I had a medical condition and needed to go as quickly as possible. If he had a problem with it, he was more than welcome to discuss it with my parents (who were chaperones on the trips since my brother was in the band that year, too, and they knew I was going in the men’s room). He did, and never said another word to me about it.

Ava

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Based on the previous posts this seems to be a common mistake. I did the trick at the Hollywood Bowl. I casually walked through the door to find myself looking at a bunch of women lined up at mirrors powdering their noses.

Followed by a speedy exit almost, but not quite, as fast as my jump away from the rattlesnake. And I didn’t hear a single, “Get the filty pervert!”