Must be ladies room cop week! Yeah, me too, yesterday. Marcy and I were on the way to the ocean, and I had to pee. I mean peeeeeee! So we wheeled into a fast food joint, and without thinking, I made a dash for the ladies room, startled the woman in front of me, who I think reported me to the toilet cops. I guess I can't blame her.....I just had jeans, tee shirt, flip flops, no makeup, and wind blown hair.
Anyway, when I was the last one left in the ladies room, the door opened, and a woman boomed "are there any males in there?" This IS a ladies room....."
I combed my thin hair (ouch!), left the ladies room, then stood there, scanning the room, with my best look of righteous indignation. People started looking away, innocent like, then I made my exit.
In my case, I didn't feel so good about it. After dozens of times, this is the first time I got 'caught' in the ladies room. Marcy said, "next time, wear some jewelry, your makeup, and wear a girls shirt.....that's all it was. But you know, marcy could go in wearing anything at all, and no one would say a word. I guess that's what I want too, but apparently, I can't have that. Maybe when my hair's longer? On the upside, I was clocked female all day at the beach.
