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June 28, 2013

Excuse me. Where's the men's room?



So I arrived at Sky Harbor at 6am for a 7:20am flight. My stomach was feeling pretty greasy so I decided to make a pit stop at the first restroom I could find. Mind you, it’s early in the morning. Anyhow, I shlump into the restroom and make cozy with the first available stall I found. I realize I have some spare time til my flight takes off, so I whip out my phone and fiddle around on the interweb for a while.

As I’m sitting in the stall, I here the standard restroom traffic. You know, the usual sounds of people leaving gifts of nature in the porcelain next to you. Well, time few by and before I knew it I had killed about 45 minutes. This is easy to do when surfing the web on your phone. Suddenly I noticed the echoing clunks, of what sounded like high heals, enter the restroom. I thought, wow that man has a feminine step. And then I thought, oh no could this be? Have I been sitting in the women’s restroom the whole time! No, I’m just tired and over reacting.

Had to be sure. I slowly gathered my coat and inched my face towards the crack in the door of my stall. I scanned the restroom with one eye. Absolutely no urinals in sight. Shit! I had been sitting in the women’s restroom the whole time. I calmly waited until no one was in plain view, and made a slick escape unnoticed. I have to admit, this is the second time in my life this has happened to me.