Some people simply boggle the mind. Such was my reaction one evening at a little Italian restaurant in Manhattan where I was having dinner with a friend. It is one of those restaurants with the kitchen in the rear and just in front of it were two rest rooms – the women’s on the left, the men’ opposite. Every woman knows that there’s hardly ever a line outside the men’s room and we all know why. The women’s rooms are a whole different story.
At the end of dinner, it occurred to me that it was potty
time and since I was facing the rear I could see a few women queued up in front
of the ladies. When the line dwindled
down to one I approached and stood patiently behind here. No one emerged and we continued waiting what
seemed like an unusually long time. I
then noticed that that there was no line in front of the men’s rest room –
typical – and no one was inside.
Having been raised right, I asked the woman waiting in front
of me if she would like to use the men’s room. She looked at me as if I were a Martian and apparently could barely respond
to this rather innocuous query. But she
summoned her courage and in a shocked voice said:
“Why I can’t use those things.”
One of those things was obviously a urinal but she was
oblivious to the fact that there are also regular toilets. Since I had been in men’s rooms before, I
knew I could – and did. When I emerged
she was still patiently waiting. She
looked at me in total amazement as I wended my way back to my table wondering
where her home planet was.
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