Embarrassing Moments in Public
Feisty Christina posts today about a situation involving technology-induced confusion leading her...astray. So I thought I'd share a similar story.A long, long time ago, my sister (the secret agent) and I went to Cancun. We went on this pirate ship cruise thingy where they get you drunk on (we discovered later, much to our intestinal chagrin) watered-down drinks.
So, we were a mite bit into the wind. Typical. Anyway, we went together in search of the ladies room. We discovered the archaic facilities and availed ourselves of their use. We noticed a beautiful fountain in the foyer of this women's retiring room, and remarked what a pleasant and unusual addition it was to this sort of place. We noticed right off, though, that the water wasn't running in it and figured they must turn off the fountain by some certain hour. Coming out of the stalls, still drunk, we are alarmed at the presence of men in the lady's room. We remarked in some saucy manner that the drunken louts ought to find their own space.
Which is when they got all affronted and assured us that we were the ones in the wrong place. Hence the urinal (what we thought was a fountain) in the middle of the room. Then he showed us outside of the chamber (which had no door) that there was a long explanation written in Spanish of where to find the women's room. Like we were sober enough to figure that out! I still say, that was the fanciest urinal I've ever seen. Seriously! It looked like a fountain!
So, Christina, I know exactly where you are coming from. Only, of course, I was drunk and therefore the mortification was much less pronounced.
