The other day at work I accidentally walked into the men's room. The ladies and men's are right next to each other and therefore easily confused if one is deep in thought and full in bladder. Luckily for me nobody appears to be in the men's room at the time. Unlucky for me, a group of men were about 20 feet away from me, walking up the hallway and looking right at me. I am unsure of whether or not these men were paying enough attention to detail to notice that I had walked through the door with the little male stick figure on it rather than the adjacent door with dress-wearing stick figure. Maybe next time I won't be so lucky (it is inevitable that it will happen again) and a man will actually be doing his business at one of the urinals. I'll go home early that day.
On another note, Mr X's foot is healing quite nicely. He'll probably even be able to start surfing again this weekend...or rather re-learning how to surf again since it's been so long. I think he actually dies a little bit inside each time he looks out at the ocean from our patio and realizes he's still too unfit to play in it.
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I can't even count how many times I have done that. What's wrong with me? I just did it the other day in a restaraunt and a guy was at the urinal doing his business! I quickly turned around and walked out only to find a table full of guys laughing at me. Good thing those kinds of things don't embarrass me...NOT:)
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