I have had a number of odd experiences in public bathrooms but this last one topped them all. I know, you're jealous. You wish you felt nature's call more often so you could increase the odds of having bizarre encounters of the washroom kind.
I had my purse swiped in a bathroom in high school so I try to visit the facilities aware of my surroundings. In my twenties I was combing my hair in front of a mirror while keeping a close eye on the woman doing the same thing next to me. She opened her mouth as if to say something to me and BAM projectile vomit all over the reflective glass.
What the heck? I learned instantly that I was a sympathy thrower upper. I left that bathroom worse than I found it and vowed to never comb my hair in public again.
With the lessons of be aware of your surroundings and never comb your hair I visited a washroom later that decade. A woman approached me and asked me what time it was. I told her while I noticed her hair seemed, unusual.
Was she on the lam? Her bathroom on the fritz? Her hairdresser on strike? I will never know as I told my server and the Chicago police handled the situation.
Since then I like to think of myself as a speed user. Procure a stall, use it and get out. Wait, wash your hands also.
Before we left I decided I best visit the ladies room which was 3 floors up and at the back of the store. I entered the bathroom a bit annoyed that it had been such a trek. I immediately noticed there was a distinctively odd vibe going on.
As I exited my private stall I heard loud noises coming from the large handicapped stall at the end. The door popped open a bit, a very exuberant woman waved a vodka bottle. The door snapped closed and the noise continued.
There was a party going on and I wasn't invited? I wondered if the snacks were any good as I washed my hands in a flash. I was beating a hasty retreat when I noticed Target security zeroing in.
They had radios, quiet determination and a serious air. They had called the police apparently and I had a feeling that party was about to end. They hadn't spent much on decorations so it seemed fine to me.
Is it just me or are these normal events in restrooms you have visited? Should I stick to the quiet charm of quilt store bathrooms? Stop drinking fluids?
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Speaking of odd, this is not my first post about public bathrooms. Here's a link to the other one.