So we’ve got this place in the Peoples Republic of Cambridge (MA) that has two restrooms, one female and one for “either - or”. As you can imagine, after a few brew’s, this can lead to some interesting, er, rendezvous. Like the one that happened to me recently. I was there with a couple of coworkers and had to take care of a pressing need, as it were (having had a few). So I head into the only rr open to me, hit the stall and i’m takin care of business when I realize that I didn’t lock the stall door. I realized this because it was opened by a female onlooker, and it took us both a couple of seconds to realize what was going on…
Well, I’m not sure who was more embarrassed…no, scratch that, I am sure…after she started giggling, I knew it was me. Hmm…not a good sign.
Which prompted me to wonder, has anybody else been subjected to embarrassing public restroom mishaps?
I’ve never been caught by this, but I’ve come close. There’s a local bar where I live where the restroom doors are right next to each other on one wall. The women’s restroom has a picture of a man pointing to the men’s restroom door, and he’s holding a sign saying “MEN”. The men’s bathroom is the opposite - a woman standing with a sign reading “WOMEN” and pointing to the other door. So basically, the signs are reversed - the men’s bathroom says “WOMEN” in big letters and the women’s bathroom says “MEN” in big letters. The arrows are quite obvious in the daytime when you haven’t had any beer, but as the night goes on, the confusion gets more and more funny!
After having a few glasses (close to a bottle) of wine at a nice restaurant in Charleston SC I decided to visit the restroom.
Of course I walked into the men’s room. And of course I had to use the bathroom so badly that I had blinders on. I walked straight into the stall and proceeded to answer the call of nature.
It wasn’t until I left the stall that I notice the urinals hanging on the other wall and a man standing at it. He winked at me!
I was so embarrassed that I practically ran out of there, almost bumping into another man entering the restroom.
I thought I was safe when I made it back to my table. Until I realized that the bathroom winker man was sitting at the table next to me. My face was probably as red as the wine I was drinking.
I’ve done this, too. I was at the bar with a bunch of friends, and I had to answer the call of nature. (Archie Bunker was right - you can’t buy beer, you only rent it) This bar had 2 bathrooms - his, and hers/handicapped. His was occupied, and my back teeth were treading water. My beer-soaked brain came up with this logic: “Well, some guys are handicapped, and they’d have to go into the other bathroom, so I can too”. So I did. The bathrooms were right by the entrance to the kitchen, and when I came out, I almost knocked over a waitress. The look on her face was priceless. I didn’t know eyes could open that far…
When I went to Costa Rica as an exchange student a girl from my school went into the mens’ room at a restaurant, claiming that she didn’t know any better because she couldn’t read the sign, but she was such a flirt everyone else thought she was looking for local men in there.
I was having lunch with some friends at a bar in Clemson called TD’s. I felt the call of nature and headed back. Now, I wasn’t too partial to TD’s so, I hadn’t ventured there often and wasn’t familiar with their restroom layout. But I get to the restrooms, see the door marked “Women” and head in the other door. I don’t notice any urinals and the restroom is empty except for me, so I just head into a stall. Well I’m standing there and read some of the grafitti on the stall. “Julie says…” “XO (a sorority) does…” and I find it odd all of the grafitti refers to women. Then I realize why I didn’t notice any urinals. I had failed to notice that the ladies room had two doors and the mens room was around the corner. Upon leaving the restroom a couple of female patrons were making their way in. I just walked by like all was right with the world. They did a double take and checked the sign, then started laughing. I don’t think I went back after that.
About once a week or so some skeezy guy trys to get me to have sex with him or watch him masturbate in a public restroom. Oh and it’s a different guy each time.
You ought to go with one the guys who wants you to watch and say things like “Wow! That’s the smallest pecker I ever seen!” Or tell him you’ll meet him in a minute and send the bouncer in after him.
Kinda reminds me of a place we used to frequent in virginia…had a guy thrown out for waxin’ it in the bathroom. On more than one occasion.
one restaurant here has a unisex bathroom. you go in and lock the door and do your business. if you do not lock the door quite a few people will see you doing your business. the door has a full lenth window on it to help you see if it is free. when you lock the door the window frosts. amazing the amount of people that don’t lock bathroom doors.
I went to a restroom at a pool hall here. There was no door on one of the stalls. I have never been in the army or anything so this was a little uncomfortable- but nature called!
While I was sitting there, every few minutes some people would walk up. “OH!! Sorry!”
“Dont be sorry,” I’d say, “Unless it was you who took the fucking door!”
This isn’t really embarassing to me (but I was plenty embarassed), as I was probably seven at the time and my victum was probably more horrified than I, but at this one fancy resteraunt I walked in on a bride taking a leak. The door to the “stall” was solid and had no crack that you could see if anyone was in there. But if she had locked the door, that never would have happenend.
This didn’t happen to me personally, but I was there at the time…
I was involved in a pool compettition at a local hotel on the same night that a very popular male strip show was appearing at the same hotel. The place was absolutely swamped by women, all of whom were both inebriated and somewhat less than decorous in manner.
One of the blokes involved in the pool game excused himself to go to the male toilet to relieve himself. He came back rather quickly and headed out the door to another toilet. Apparently he walked and found several women squatting over the urinal, because the femal etoilet was full to overflowing.
The only one I can think of is on my first day of kindergarten I went to the boys bathroom… no one saw me though and it only clicked with me later that day. Oh and when I went camping with my dad at about age 4 or so (it was just us two heading for Victoria) at the camp ground we were at he took me to have a shower in the guys side because (of course) he didn’t want to let me out of his sight. I don’t really remember much about it except that there were some guys with towels around them.
