mindgarden saidOK, one time, back in peewee swim team practice, exhausted, half blinded by the chlorates, I walked through the wrong locker room door and started showering on the girls side.
They gave me the bums rush
Many years later, working in a government installation, due to construction schedules, men had to use the women's room on our floor for a month. NO FUCKING WONDER they want to keep us out... They got sofas, a stereo, lounge chairs, and their own coffee service in there. The only thing "extra" we got was urinals.
LOL! Well, I entered the Ladies by accident one time. At the Mall of America (MOA), around 1990, that was the biggest mall in the US.
I was in a hurry, and like in airports there were no doors to the restrooms. And the entrances were right next to each other. I mistakenly in my rush went right, when I should have gone left.
Inside it was vacant, and I wondered where the urinals were. But the restroom extended for some distance, and I thought maybe those were towards the back. But I hadda go right now, so I went into a stall.
As I'm peeing I hear the clack-clack of women's high heel shoes on the tile floor, and then the unmistakable sound of women's voices. I stopped in mid-stream.
OK, I figured out I made a mistake. Now whadda I do? Wait it out? But my size 11 men's joggers on my feet might give me away. And I'm facing the wrong way. Should I sit down and lift my feet up out of view?
More women started coming in, and I realized waiting was likely not gonna work. So I steeled myself, and propped myself against the stall door. I took a deep breath, turned the lock and opened the door, running as fast as I could with my cane. I blurted out: "Sorry, ladies, I got the wrong one."
I ran (well, a fast walk for others) down the concours, fearing the mall police had been called. I saw the Raintree Cafe and ducked in there. I sat at the bar, in a spot where I couldn't be easily seen from the concours outside, but I could still observe it.
I ordered a gin martini, and drank it down with shaking hands. Now anyone will tell you I take a full hour to finish any drink. Not this time. I gulped it down and ordered a second. A rarity for me to have a second martini.
I don't know why, I'm usually pretty calm in crisis situations. But this one really unnerved me. I didn't want to go to jail for an innocent mistake. But I knew innocent mistake would be no defense against violating women's privacy. I'd be on the wrong side of today's law.
And that can happen to men, labeled as predators, voyeurs, whatevers. Whereas women can always barge into the Mens restroom without any fear of penalty. A double standard.
Not that the women bother me. I encounter it all the time in arena and airport restrooms, and some unisex restrooms in gay clubs.
What bothers me is that men in that circumstance are prosecuted as criminals, but women get a pass. If we're gonna have gender equality, which I support, that's one place to start.