Oh boy...
My dear journal,
I never thought I’d ever say this, but- I think I’m losing it…
It happened at the local multi-stored shopping complex, where one of my currently favorite cinema theatres is situated. My friend (who is a girl, which is important) and I bought two tickets to The Chronicles of Narnia, and before the film I decided to visit a restroom, so that my mind wouldn’t be occupied with uncomfortable problems like ‘God, I wanna pee!’ during the session. I vaguely remembered the general whereabouts of a ladies’ room, and resolutely headed in that direction.
As expected, I saw an opened door at the end of the corridor, and the glimpses of mirrors on the wall, and the porcelain sinks, and all that. “Got it!” I thought triumphantly, and quickened my pace. Upon entering I saw… *drum roll, please*… a row of urinals. “So what?” you’ll say, “It turned out to be a men’s room, nothing special about it.” The problem is my twisted and crazy brain thought instead, “What are the urinals doing in a ladies’ room?”…
I stood there in contemplation for a couple of seconds, trying to find a logical explanation - and then shrugged, and went to one of the stalls, ignoring the slightly troubled ‘uuum’ sound my friend made behind my back. And only in the process of peeing (sorry, it’s important, too), while hearing the sound of flushed water in the nearby stall that broke the almost absolute silence, it suddenly occurred to me that urinals are an attribute of the men’s room, with all the implications…
I listened as my “neighbor” finished his business, walked past my stall, washed his hands in the sink, cleared his throat, and left, and all the while I kept mentally swearing and laughing at myself. I could only imagine what thoughts ran through his head a couple of minutes earlier, when he heard the clatter of my high heels on the tiled floor.
Opening the door of my stall, I prayed for the damned urinals not to be in the process of being used by anyone, because in order to leave the place I’d have to go past them, and if I got unlucky it would be most embarrassing… I got lucky; the restroom was empty, so I left without any further adventures.
My friend greeted me with a huge grin. “You know, you’re crazy,” she said, suppressing giggles.
It was a little late to feel surprised or guilty, and I just smiled. “I kind of figured that out.”
“That guy who emerged just before you - you should have seen his face,” she finally giggled, and I couldn’t help but join her. Two men who were sitting on one of the couches not very far glared at us with disbelief and amusement when we passed them on our way towards the cinema-hall. It was hilarious.
What surprised me the most was the fact of my own logical glitch in such an obvious situation. Either I’m unbelievably thick-skulled, or I’m really losing it…
I never thought I’d ever say this, but- I think I’m losing it…
It happened at the local multi-stored shopping complex, where one of my currently favorite cinema theatres is situated. My friend (who is a girl, which is important) and I bought two tickets to The Chronicles of Narnia, and before the film I decided to visit a restroom, so that my mind wouldn’t be occupied with uncomfortable problems like ‘God, I wanna pee!’ during the session. I vaguely remembered the general whereabouts of a ladies’ room, and resolutely headed in that direction.
As expected, I saw an opened door at the end of the corridor, and the glimpses of mirrors on the wall, and the porcelain sinks, and all that. “Got it!” I thought triumphantly, and quickened my pace. Upon entering I saw… *drum roll, please*… a row of urinals. “So what?” you’ll say, “It turned out to be a men’s room, nothing special about it.” The problem is my twisted and crazy brain thought instead, “What are the urinals doing in a ladies’ room?”…
I stood there in contemplation for a couple of seconds, trying to find a logical explanation - and then shrugged, and went to one of the stalls, ignoring the slightly troubled ‘uuum’ sound my friend made behind my back. And only in the process of peeing (sorry, it’s important, too), while hearing the sound of flushed water in the nearby stall that broke the almost absolute silence, it suddenly occurred to me that urinals are an attribute of the men’s room, with all the implications…
I listened as my “neighbor” finished his business, walked past my stall, washed his hands in the sink, cleared his throat, and left, and all the while I kept mentally swearing and laughing at myself. I could only imagine what thoughts ran through his head a couple of minutes earlier, when he heard the clatter of my high heels on the tiled floor.
Opening the door of my stall, I prayed for the damned urinals not to be in the process of being used by anyone, because in order to leave the place I’d have to go past them, and if I got unlucky it would be most embarrassing… I got lucky; the restroom was empty, so I left without any further adventures.
My friend greeted me with a huge grin. “You know, you’re crazy,” she said, suppressing giggles.
It was a little late to feel surprised or guilty, and I just smiled. “I kind of figured that out.”
“That guy who emerged just before you - you should have seen his face,” she finally giggled, and I couldn’t help but join her. Two men who were sitting on one of the couches not very far glared at us with disbelief and amusement when we passed them on our way towards the cinema-hall. It was hilarious.
What surprised me the most was the fact of my own logical glitch in such an obvious situation. Either I’m unbelievably thick-skulled, or I’m really losing it…