I’ve embarrassed myself on more than a few occasions during my 34 years. Between falling down while out jogging and going to the store with my fly open, I have completely humiliated myself. That brings me to my most recent embarrassing moment.
My sister and her three kids were here visiting last weekend, and the kids wanted to go to Gatti Town. For those of you who don’t know what Gatti Town is, it is like Chuck E. Cheese without the big mouse.
It was a little early to eat, so the kids played some games while my sister and I chatted. My husband and I don’t have kids of our own, so it was nice to get to spend a little time with my niece and nephews.
And since we don’t have kids, we only go to Gatti Town when they are here visiting. I am setting up my defense for what happened next.
The last time I was at Gatti Town, I went to the restroom to wash my hands. I didn’t really even think to look for the sign to see which side to go into. I guess I was just thinking that the women’s restroom is typically on the right. The bathrooms at this restaurant don’t have doors, you just walk in. Well, I walked in and noticed that there were urinals along one of the walls. Fortunately that time, I was able to rush out unnoticed.
I wasn’t going to make that same mistake this time. Nope, not me. It had been quite awhile since that last trip, and for some reason I was thinking that I went into left side last time. Don’t ask me why I didn’t remember the thing about women’s restrooms usually being on the right, which would have helped me remember my last mistake.
Don’t ask me why I once again didn’t bother to read the signs- that is just how sure of myself I was. I confidently walked into the right side this time. I only needed to wash my hands, so I went straight to the sink area without looking around.
As I was drying my hands, I looked up and noticed a young teenage boy staring at me with a “What the heck are you doing in here lady?” look. It was at this point, I turned and noticed the long row of urinals about 7 feet away from the sink area.
I hurriedly finished drying my hands, and I think I said something like, “Oh my gosh, I’m in the wrong bathroom!” I quickly walked (ran) out of the restroom, thankful that I didn’t run into anyone else coming in.
So, despite my best efforts to avoid my past mistake, I failed. To the boy I probably freaked out, I apologize. I promise to always read the signs before entering any restroom ever again.