Today I went to the toilet at work. That in itself isn’t particularly exciting, or worthy of a blog post. However, it was what happened while I was in bathroom that was awkward beyond belief, and so (naturally) I am going to write about it for the world (or at least the 6 people who seem to like my blog) to read.
So I went into the bathroom, and entered my stall (my usual stall, always the same one, closest to the door, because I read once that the stall closest to the door is statistically the most likely to house the cleanest toilet). I was convinced I was alone in the bathroom because it was quiet. And then I looked down and I saw this (really cool looking) orange handbag on the floor of the stall next to me.
I have to say that I got a bit of a fright. When I say it was quiet in the bathroom, I mean that it was silent. You know how people just make people noise?
Well, I could hear NOTHING. The owner of this handbag was completely silent.
So then, of course, I started to worry that she had died in the stall. Or had a heart attack. Or something. Because no one is that quiet. It isn’t natural.
Of course, the thought that perhaps the handbag had been left behind, and the stall was empty, only crossed my mind after all of these previous thoughts. I tried to see whether any feet were visible, but I didn’t want to get down on my hands and knees (because, you know, “public” bathrooms), so I couldn’t see anything.
I considered just leaving, because really it was none of my business and why would I want to get involved in something that has nothing to do with me? But then I started to think about how awful I would feel (and my OCD started to rear its ugly face) if I woke up tomorrow morning to the headline: Body Found in UCT Toilet Stall.
So I took the proverbial bull by the proverbial horns and knocked on the stall door. And the person said “yes”. So I tugged harder on the horns and asked if she was okay. And she said “yes” again (in a tone that was rather confused). And I said “okay” and felt relieved.
And then I practically ran out of the bathroom in embarrassment. Because how could I explain that I was concerned because she was too quiet?
I imagine that right now there is someone relaying the story of this very weird woman who knocked on the door of the bathroom stall she was in and asked whether or not she was okay, when all she was doing was minding her own business.
Does anyone else have an awkward public bathroom story? Make me feel better about my story and share in the comments below!