A few years ago, when I was at a local Flea Market, a friend had told me to go fix myself, so naturally I went to the ladies room, which was empty. Went in, did my business and left. When I was leaving the Flea Market, I was apprehended by the manager and he asked me if I had used the ladies room, and I told him that I had, and then he asked some other questions. I heard from my friend that he had been repremeded for doing what he had done right at the endrance, which made me feel good. But next time I do that I'm gonna make sure that I have my letter from my therapist so that there won't be any problems.