There was a cow in the ladies' room. No bull! Not a holy cow, since it was not a church, but a country cow.
Being udderly buffaloed, I casually prodded one of the male employees as he trotted down the hall. He replied, "We are short on storage so she is stabled in the men's room."
GASP! GULP! I WAS IN THE MEN'S ROOM AND DID NOT KNOW IT! I was embarrassed! How could I have made such a horrible miss-steak? Did anyone see me as I hoofed it out the door? I would be the laughing stock of the barnyard!
Noticing the horror on my face, the gentleman continued, "Don't cry over spilled milk. We were expecting a large herd of women for the moo-sic festival so we changed the sign on the door to beef up the number of stalls."
I suppose I should have suspected something was haywire by the blue walls and no one was waiting in line. All of the other heifers knew the truth and stampeded to greener pastures.
I suppose I should have suspected something was haywire by the blue walls and no one was waiting in line. All of the other heifers knew the truth and stampeded to greener pastures.
Hay, this tail does sound like quite a bit of hogwash. I do not wish to lock horns with anyone over my butchered facts which were straight from the horse's mouth. I would never make up a story then milk it for all it is worth.
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I love the way this story was told.
ReplyDeleteHaha.....Great post and I believed every word of it.....I do have one question however. Do you mean you've never walked into the men's room, stared at the urinal for a long time wondering what it was and then had a rush of humiliation and fear as you ran out the door? Me neither......
ReplyDeleteOF COURSE I HAVE NEVER DONE THAT! I only saw a regular toilet but there were two stalls, the other door was closed and so I did not peep through the crack! The sign on the outside door was a regular door sign, not a handwritten note so I never suspected anything. I did feel uncomfortable when I realized what happened like I had broken some rule, isn't that silly?
DeleteI totally identify with the walking into a bathroom and being confused! I went to Paris way too many years ago, and walked into the bathroom of Le Quick Stop (a kind of budget McDonald's, at least at the time). I thought I had walked into the women's bathroom (according to the stylized sign), but a man came out, so I went to use the other bathroom. I walked into the that bathroom, and a man dressed as a woman came out. (This was something like 15 years ago, so a 6-foot man with a beard in a dress and heels wasn't as common a thing to see.) I was confused. I stopped. I started to question my eyes. (Was I seeing correctly? What I interpreting correctly? Was Paris that much more cosmopolitan than I had realized? Which was the women's bathroom? What was the meaning of life, the universe, and everything?) Then the gentleman/woman explained to me that the men's bathroom (that s/he had just come out of) was broken, and went to use the women's bathroom. I waited until everyone of either gender had left the bathroom, locked it, and used the facilities. I then left the bathroom, leaving behind the chocolates for my grandmother that I had walked (literally) halfway across Paris for. But that's another story! All of which is to say, I identify with your confusion!
ReplyDeleteIt should be simple, men in one, women in the other, but it is not. Sigh. I can help with your confusion about wanting the answer to life, the universe, and everything...it is 42.
DeleteArty Farty.
ReplyDeleteHa!!
Sophie-Marie
Your comments never disappoint!
DeleteCheese Louise, what will they think of next? If this were tipped over on the lawn it would be ground beef right?
ReplyDeleteUnless she quickly hopped up then it would be minute steak.
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