As we were leaving, she was headed to the ladies' room, and I remembered the time TBO wandered into the ladies' instead of the gents' on our way home from a conference in Branson. According to Janie, there is no statute of limitations on blog fodder. So here goes.
We are tired, cranky and both in need of a bathroom. We pull into a Love's in eastern Oklahoma somewhere. I race into the store and locate the restroom, barely making it into the stall in time.
As I am about to leave my stall, I hear a rather familiar voice talking to another definitely MALE voice. I'm thinking, OMG, I've gone into the men's room by mistake. I tell you, I can flat fly out of a stall, wash hands hastily-no time for drying-and beat feet out of there. As I open the door, I look at the sign. It is DEFINITELY the little girls' room. I go back in and call out to TBO and say, "Is that you?"
"Yes, it is." came a rather sheepish reply. I asked what he was doing there and he said, "I don't know, the guy who followed me in here and I were talking and not paying attention to the signs, obviously!"
I hurried out of the way so as not to embarrass the other gentleman. When we got into the truck, TBO said, "We kind of thought something was wrong when it was so clean and there were no urinals, but we both had to go too bad to leave!" Shades of Working Girl! We laughed all the way to Oklahoma City.
Every time we stop at a Love's, you can bet I check the signs carefully-and listen for familiar voices!