Ok, here comes another goodie that has little to do with the bike……….

Let’s start this post with: That was probably the most embarrassed I’ve ever been……..

Ok, now allow me to elaborate on that. First you must ask yourself the question, is it possible to shake your head at your own self? The answer is “yes”, and I’ll tell you why.

Tuesday morning I was dropped off at Sky Harbor International Airport for a flight to Atlanta to join up with the Jittery Joe’s team for this weekend’s US National Championships. Everything was going as planned as I checked my bags, cleared security, and then made my way to Gate 17. Upon arriving at the gate, I decided I wanted a nice cup of coffee so I headed off in search of a warm cup of joe. No problems there……and I thoroughly enjoyed my cup. As soon as I finished they began calling Zone’s 1 and 2 to board. I figured now would be a good time to use the restroom because I hate airplane “lavatories”. The ferocious flush worries me a bit. It shouldn’t flush hard enough to cause a gentle to moderate breeze in the restroom. Write that down. Ok back to my story…..so I looked down the terminal to my left and saw an overhead sign that read “gentlemen” and it had an arrow pointing to the right.

“Perfect, that’s me”, I thought.

I got up and headed that way and entered the restroom. Once inside, I looked for a urinal and didn’t see one so I decided a stall would work just fine.

“Hm, that’s odd no urinals”, I thought. I hadn’t flown out of Delta’s terminal in a long time so I didn’t think too much of it.

I entered the stall, did my thing and left. After leaving the stall I saw a woman washing her hands at the sink.

“Whoa, looks like she’s in the wrong restroom……hehehe” was the first thought that popped into my head.

“She must be helping her little son use the restroom”, was the second not-so convincing thought that popped into my head.

As I rounded the corner and headed for the door, I filed in behind two women doing the same thing that had come from the other side of the restroom.

“Holly shit…..” was my simple and completely petrified third thought.

Somehow, in my own country where I’ve successfully used millions and millions of men’s restrooms, I had just walked into, and used, and was now walking out of the women’s restroom.

That’s me, 2nd stall on the right…..

“Please don’t turn around, please don’t turn around”, I thought as I followed these two women down a seemingly never ending 20 foot corridor that led back into the terminal.

As we entered the busy terminal, they went left and I went right. Might I add that I did so at a rather brisk pace…. Fearing someone might have seen me, I walked down the terminal a bit and then figured it was best to turn around and make a beeline for the gate and board the plane as quick as possible. So I turned around, put my head down and ran the proverbial gauntlet…..right back past that bathroom and everyone who might have seen me and straight for the gate. Luckily, the line was short and I made it on the plane rather quickly. Once on the plane, I scurried back to seat 37F and was unpleasantly surprised to see I was sitting right in front of one of the women I had just followed out of the bathroom. I quickly sat down in my seat and pulled out my USA Today newspaper. I pulled that newspaper up real high and began trying to concentrate enough to read it. Every 10 to 12 seconds I’d pull it back down just enough to peak over in the direction of the door, petrified and wondering when a police officer would come around the corner looking for the man who’d just been seen in the women’s restroom……..all the while shaking my head at myself.

Take care and please don’t forget to carefully read all signs before making any crucial decisions.

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