Ever have one of those experiences where you’ve just wandered into a public restroom and have started to take a piss when you suddenly panic because you can’t remember if you walked into the men’s room or the women’s room? Then you realize that you’re standing in front of a urinal and therefore must have walked into the correct restroom? I just had one of those. I hate that.
I suppose this entry doesn’t apply to the distaff side of my readership.
Bwah! I do that all the time. If I’m really in doubt I will search for shoes under the stall. Another deep-seated fear I have is that I’m actually dreaming and about to wet the bed. Don’t ask.
You’re never too young for senility, I guess!
Nicole, I’m glad I’m not the only one….