Completely True Story

Went down to the second floor to visit the boss, getting some work to do, what have you. At any rate, I had finished my visit and was on my way back to the stairwell door so I could return to the third floor, where I live, when I opened the door, walked in, looked around, became confused, and said aloud "This is a bathroom." As this declarative statement was escaping my mouth, several things were running through my head. 1) The walls in this place look awfully clean, 2) The toilets and other facilities are on the opposite side of the wall than is usual, and 3) There don't appear to be any urinals. Because of the vast deductive power of my brain, by the time I had finished the sentence "This is a bathroom," I had arrived at the unenviable, yet inescapable conclusion that this was, in fact, not just a bathroom, it was a women's bathroom. I did a complete 360 and backed out of the room, glanced at the placard on the door to confirm that my worst fear was true, and turned to face several men who were scrutinizing me with the sort of look that can only mean, "so you're a pervert then, interesting." I repeated my earlier astute phrase to them that "This is a bathroom," then ran away up the stairs to my little cubicle where I pondered the meaning of "look before you leap."

Action Steve strikes again.