Just before I left the hospital after clinical the other evening, I prudently made a pitstop at the public restrooms on the first floor. After all, you never know if the train service is going to be delayed (or canceled!), and you should never miss an opportunity to pee, right?
As I was winding up my affairs, I heard a phone ring nearby, and a man answered and started talking.
"Odd," I thought. "Is the door somehow propped open, and the guy is talking right outside? I hope nobody heard me pee!"
As I was washing my hands, I realized that the voice was coming from a stall behind me.
"Excuse me, but this is the women's bathroom."
"WHAT?! I'm in the WOMEN'S ROOM?! Oh, God...hold on, I'll call you right back!"
So, not only did he waltz into the women's bathroom without noticing the lack of urinals, he also answered the phone while taking a dump!
I didn't wait to see if he'd finish pooping before leaving and calling his friend back, or if he'd pinch a loaf and hurry to the men's room next door to complete his business.
Some things are just destined to remain a mystery. And I'm okay with that.