So...as I walked into the gas station chicken store around noon today, I overheard this thirty-something lady at the counter telling the newest male clerk this story. I wish I'd gotten a better look at her, but I was making a beeline for the soda fountain to get my 44 oz Diet Coke.
"Oh, that's nothing! A few weeks ago, my husband and I were on the way back from California. We'd been driving a long time, and it was late, but I had to go to the bathroom. We stopped at a Walmart and I rushed inside.
There was a man in the bathroom, and I realized that I was in such a hurry that I'd gone in the wrong one. But I really had to go, so I went in a stall. When I came out, that man said, 'You are SO pretty!' I was kind of embarrassed, and said, 'Thank you. I feel bad for coming in here, but I HAD to!'
I went back outside and told my husband that the man though I was really pretty. And he said, 'You idiot! You went in the men's room. He thought you were a transgender!'"
Yeah. I couldn't help but smile. I might even have snorted. So much for pretending I wasn't eavesdropping.