At work today, before a meeting, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
I started to put toothpaste on my toothbrush, and then behind me, in the mirror, I saw a colleague come out of one of the stalls. A male colleague. In the women's washroom.
I didn't even notice right away. I said "Oh, hi! How are you?" and then it clicked.
However, being the kind and compassionate person that I am, I decided not to point it out.
But then the conversation kept going. How has my week been so far? Have I been on a business trip lately? Am I going to this meeting too? Are we late?
I kept chatting, sort of brushing my teeth in between sentences.
Finally, he made a move for the door.
And then he stopped. Stopped dead. Looked up. Stared at me. Stared at the door. Stared back at me...
Realization sinking in... slowly. Surely his brain was taking its time to compute how this whole scenario was even possible. This conversation should not be occurring in this particular place. The elevator, sure. The cafeteria, of course. But the washroom? Huh. Surely she's the one in the wrong bathroom. But no, this is her floor. They must be co-ed bathrooms. No, that doesn't make sense. ...
It took him a while, but he did eventually come to grips with reality.
"Oh my. I'm so sorry."
"It's fine. No harm done."
I just couldn't for the life of me figure out how he didn't notice when he walked in and there were no urinals, and he must have wondered what those little mailbox-type garbage cans in the stalls were for.
I didn't bring it up at the meeting. I didn't want to embarrass the poor fucker.
But I did proceed to tell everyone on my team afterward.
And then I blogged about it.
I'm no saint.