He's All Charm

I went to the men's room during lunch with a friend this afternoon and got pissy because they had taken out the urinals and put in a baby changing station. So I huffed, peed in one of the two stalls, washed my hands, then dried them. While I was drying them, the guy in the other stall came out. Except it wasn't a guy. And I wasn't in the men's room.

I looked up at the woman, looked down, and slowly looked up at her again. She smiled and said all-too-matter-of-factly, "Um, you're in the women's room." I slowly looked over my shoulder at the letters on the frosted glass of the door, the letters that sure enough spelled out LADIES, backwards.

She was an employee and seemed more amused than ruffled, so I finished drying my hands, winked, and said, "I was wondering what had happened to the urinals." And as if I had solved a great mystery with the style of James Bond himself, I left the Ladies Room to many curious stares from the packed bar that I took in as waves of silent applause.

It was all I could do not to bow.

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