I biked to my old stomping grounds (U-City Loop area) today for a conference at the RAC and the Moonrise Hotel. The day ended with networking at the Moonrise’s rooftop bar — very cool space, other than the ashtrays.
Anyhow, I headed to the restroom to morph into biker girl for the ride home, and that’s when things got weird.
I walked into the restroom. “What a strange restroom,” I thought to myself. “What are those . . . ? Hmm, they appear to be urinals. Wait a minute — urinals?!?!”
I did an abrupt about-face and slunk out the door, hoping no one noticed.
Next time I’ll try the door that says “Women” on it first 😉