It was 5:30 pm, and I was leaving work. I was trudging down the hallway next to a man, until the man veered toward the men's room.
The men's room door was covered with a sign. "Women's Room."
A huge number of our field employees are women, and since they were coming in for a conference, the men's room had been appropriated for their use.
You should have seen that man reel back. WOMENS ROOM NO ACCESS! HERE THERE BE GIRL PEE COOTIES.
"Oh it's okay," I said, "Use it. I'll stand out here and make sure no one comes in." Because I am the patron saint of Bladders and Bowels.
"Well ... okay, thank you." He went in so hesitantly I felt like calling, "Be careful you don't slip on any menstrual blood when you're in there!" but I did NOT.
I eyed the hallway. No women were coming. No one came at all, and I felt a little silly. Still, I stuck around till the man came out, and he thanked me. Karma deposit made.