Thanks for visiting my blog. You may have noticed that I’m just getting back to blogging after a long break. It’s lovely to have a new visitor right away! It was reassuring to read your note and have yet another example of the fact that other women have, in fact, gone into the men’s room, either by accident or on purpose! The reason I was so embarrassed, you see is, that I am one of those total “rule follower” people. I felt like I was breaking the law! Horrifying! (And ridiculous, too, of course.)

I loved your story about the deer. I think they might just be my favorite animals, though one hardly ever sees them in the city, as you say. That reminds me, I had a really cool picture of one that I was going to post. . .I wonder if I ever did!

Thanks again for dropping by!

~ Kim

I just happened upon you blog for the first time. As I scanned the list of recent posts I was immediately sucked in by this one; having had many embarrassing moments of my own in my lifetime. Consider yourself very lucky for this to have been your most embarrassing to date!

If you had written the letter, yes it probably would have made the wall of fame!! But I’m sure it would have also brightened someone’s day!

I have actually gone into the men’s room by mistake on a couple of occasions myself but did notice the urinals, which gave it away. And a time or two I also snuck into a single stall men’s room when the ladies room was occupied and it was urgent and I was in a big hurry.

Suzy’s story brings to mind something that happened to me last summer. I was walking on a bike path and really had to go… so I strolled off into the woods to find a secluded place and looked around really good to make sure NOBODY but the birds and squirrels would be able to see me.

Well there I was exposed to nature about to do what I went there to do. I looked up wanting to keep a good eye out when lo and behold a deer stood about 30 feet away staring at me.

I was both shocked and delighted at the same time. I live near the city and we don’t get deer around here. It is such a rare sight that I almost thought it was some kind of a sign from God. (What it could have meant I had no clue!) But I was actually kind of embarrassed too. I wondered if this deer knew what I was doing and was laughing at me inside. I had to reassure myself that a deer would never laugh at me for doing what comes naturally.

I just got on the computer to compose my note to Wal-mart when I saw your comment. I think you’re right: better leave well enough alone! (You’ve saved me some time, as well as the horror of being even more of a laughingstock for the folks at Wal-mart, so thank you!)

Your embarrassing moment does sound embarrassing, indeed. Unfortunately, it reminded me of a similar one of my own, which, I am sorry to have to say, is actually as terrible as yours!

I appreciate your light take on things—and your sharing about the men using the women’s restroom at your workplace! It puts it all into perspective and helps me see that, though embarrassing, what happened yesterday is really not that big a deal!

Thanks for stopping by my blog!

I will relate to you a story of my youth which still makes me cringe when I think about it. When I was about ten or eleven (an awkward age at best), I was asked to take my grandparent’s dog, a King Charles Spaniel by the name of Tessa, for a walk. I took her for a long walk by the river, and was having a nice time until I realised that I urgently, deparately needed to go to the bathroom. Now, I was miles away from home, and, it being the 80’s and all, wearing one of those all-in-one jumpsuits which was then fashionable, which you practically had to take off to go to the bathroom.

Being SERIOUSLY desparate, I found a bush to hide behind, but couldn’t get the jump suit off quickly enough (there were a LOT of buttons and zips) and before you knew it, I had wet myself. All over the bright yellow jumpsuit. Which, by the way, turns DARK yellow upon contact with water.

I then had to walk home- a distance of approximately 2 miles- with only a very small dog to hide my considerable embarrasment.

Yes, I have been scarred for the rest of my life.

I hope my humiliating story has made your own pale into insignificance. I have twice now walked into the women’s toilets in my place of work to find male colleagues relieving themselves. It is very much worse when you have to talk to the for the rest of the day!