Smooth moves

So this weekend HB and I got drunk.
I AM NOT ASHAMED TO ADMIT THIS, RANDOM PERSON WHO SOMETIMES COMMENTS AND SAYS I HAVE A DRINKING PROBLEM.

As drinking often causes, we decide to go to the washroom at the bar.
It is a two-stall washroom; HB takes the right stall.
I look at the left stall and notice that the door is closed, but I gingerly push on it to see if anyone is inside. Since the door opened, I assumed the stall was unoccupied..

UNTIL:
THERE IS A MAN STANDING THERE.
Just takin' a wee.
"OH!" says Larissa, "Sorry..." And I step back and close the door.

At this point the guy realizes his infraction and says "OH SORRY, is this the girl's bathroom?"
HB pipes up and asks him if he didn't notice the lack of urinals. He says he thought it was a little strange, but he really had to go.

Hey man, it happens.

This whole 'non-chalant conversation with a man in the women's washroom' thing is striking me as a little odd, but he finishes peeing, leaves the stall and begins washing his hands.

I step inside the now-unoccupied stall.
"Hey, do you girls still do that hovering thing?" the man asks as I close the door.
"Uh, sometimes..." I reply...
"K cool, I don't know if I peed on the seat or not."

REALLY?????

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