Photo from BoxTurtle
I recently frequented our local Walmart supercenter. Upon entry into the store, and realized that I’d probably be better suited to use the restroom before I went about seeking my day’s purchases.
I slipped into the restroom and immediately noticed a set of shoes under one of the stall doors. They were a bit…effeminate (to say the least) but then again, who was I to judge a person by what they chose to wear on their feet?
In the space of about a minute I was washing my hands at the sink when a toilet flushed and the stall door opened. A middle-aged woman stepped into the main area and caught my eye in the bathroom mirror.
The expression on her face was one of pure disgust. I could almost hear her readying to blast me with a fiery sermon on inappropriateness, and to berate me saying that I was a complete pervert. As she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes swung over and she noticed – I imagine for the first time – the urinals.
Her expression instantly went from shocked to appalled, and her entire face went a shade of magenta akin to deepest cherry. She immediately made a hurried exit from the restroom without speaking a word.
I couldn’t help but smile as I imagined her practically running across the store - someplace she was probably hoping she wouldn’t run into me. After all, it was she that’d been the wrong place, not me.
After nearly fifteen minutes of shopping, I noticed this woman down a distant aisle. I walked causally so as not to draw her attention. When I passed by her, I wished her a nice day.
She looked sheepish.
Ah, Walmart…you have once again made my day.
Oh, I should probably mention that I posted today over at Adventures & Misadventures of Daily Living.