The Moment You Realize…

37772acf88bd1c35dc0858f961f376ddI’m flying home from Nashville alone today. Jeff is off on his man adventure–touring down the west coast in a hearse with 4 other guys on the Porn Kills Tour. (So cool!) I landed in Cincinnati with a 4-hour layover before my flight to Seattle. After a lovely lunch with friends, I went to the restroom. Walking down the terminal, I immediately turned right when I saw the bathroom sign. I headed straight for the nearest stall. While spending time on the royal throne, I started to notice it smelled a bit strange. Hmmm.

I sniffed some more. Pee. It smells like pee. That’s odd. I mean obviously it’s a bathroom, but I’ve never smelled pee so strongly before. When I got up, I noticed there were little pee spots around the toilet.

“That’s weird. How can someone miss like that?”

I came out and noticed there was graffiti on the hand dryer.

“Man, Cincinnati is off its game a bit on the bathroom situation.”

Walking over to the sink, I washed my hands and started to check myself out—you know-bump up the hair a bit, check the teethe, apply lip gloss.

I saw a person enter the bathroom in the mirror, and realized it was a man. He turned and looked at me. I smiled.

“Oh man. Poor guy. He’s in the wrong bathroom.”

I continued my routine.

I noticed another man in the mirror. He shot me a strange look. They both were looking at me now.

Then it hit me.

“OH NO.”

My stomach dropped. My cheeks turned rosy red. My heart stopped. Really. I think it stopped.

I grabbed my bag and coat and booked it out of there.

Still in disbelief, I thought it was a mistake. There’s no way. I mean, I’ve had moments where I’ve been close to walking into the men’s restroom, but I’ve always caught myself before the dooming event.

I looked up slowly.

“Men’s”

I walked away hurriedly. Maybe no one saw me?

Besides those two men.

Oh man.

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  1. Hahahaha you tell these so well! Made my day!

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