the toilet story

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this happened last friday.

Context: Our whole org class, minus 3 humans, went down to the Whitehouse for drinks after our exam. Huiyih, Tab and I arrived a little bit later because we went up to Level 14 after the exam. When we arrived, the party was midswing and we walked into the middle of a very interesting conversation about unisex bathrooms. Anyway, after a couple of jars of punch, I had to go to the toilet. So I asked sweet-faced HuiYih because she’d just gone a few moments earlier.

She pointed me straight ahead to this fully black door with no signs (or so I thought). Being the trusting little lamb that I am; I just followed her instructions without questioning. I walked into the bathroom, and standing there was Chris (!!!) washing his hands or whatever. Well, this is awkward, I said. Chris just stood there, a bit O_O. Then I turned to my right to open the bathroom door. I observed that there was a bathroom stall and a urinal. Now I must disclose that I’d been consuming drinks quite steadily up to this point, so it is no surprise that my cognitive functioning was slightly delayed. This is strange, I thought to myself, wouldn’t unisex bathrooms just have stalls? I mean, I would still be able to see everything if a guy used the urinal. Hmmmmm…. And then it clicked. Yes, I assure you, it did click.

So I scurried out of the men’s bathroom. And to my embarrassment, all the people that mattered had slowly watched the car crash that was me walking into the men’s bathroom. Sigh. Turns out Huiyih has a crooked finger or something and she was pointing straight ahead but a little bit to the right. WHATEVER. -.- So embarrassing.

 




donna.