I went to Ohio University this past weekend. I graduated from there twenty years ago. Twenty! For those of you who may be reading this while still in your college years, I have this advice. Stay in school as long as possible! Declare a new major just before finishing your current one. Consider getting a Master’s degree in anything. Perhaps everything.
Those years were the best. You get to make friends with people who will be in your life forever-there-after. You get to hold almost no responsibility (aside from class work, but trust me, it’s far easier than the real world). You get watch your university appointed freshman self destructing roommate drink and drug his life away, eventually drop out, and then land a job as the chief supervisor of camper village at Disneyland. They wouldn’t even let him work inside the park. I never felt like more of a success story than I did the day I spotted his picture on the vacation brochure. Way to go, Captain Success!
When I was visiting my old stomping grounds, I had a vivid flashback. There was this bar located uptown that my friends and I would frequent, frequently. It was there that I learned the valuable lesson of “double check which bathroom you’re heading into before entering.” You see, as you approach this particular set of bathrooms, the woman’s room is next to the men’s room, but recessed a bit further back. Due to this odd architecture, as you approach the bathroom clearly labeled “WOMEN”, the wall blocks the first part of the word. If you are not paying attention, you will only see the “MEN” part of the label. Furthermore, if the men’s room has a group of people standing in front of it, it is easy to overlook. Perhaps the fact that I had a little bit of alcohol in me was a contributing factor in this oversight. Naw, probably not. I took a picture to help visualize this scenario even more than my crystal clear verbal description has done.
So I pushed right in with no hesitation. Why would you hesitate if you believe your heading into the men’s room and are opting out of double checking prior to crossing the threshold? Luckily, there was no one inside as I entered. I remember thinking to myself, “Odd. They took out urinals and put in two more toilets since the last time I was here.” …because that happens all the time.
So I’m doing what men do in a bathroom (sparing your brain the visually descriptive image), when a girl comes in. I look over my shoulder and scoff a bit. She lets out an apology, “Oh! I’m sorry!” and leaves quickly. Surprisingly, I still didn’t put it together. I’m thinking about what a fool that girl was for entering the men’s room.
Upon exiting I got to experience a large round of applause. The girl that “entered the wrong bathroom” put together a good size crowd to ensure that I understood who was actually in the wrong. I put it together—finally. It was a long walk back to my friends (an extremely long walk) as I was subjected to a line of woman cheering and clapping for me. I felt like a football playing running through a tunnel of cheer leaders. Only, I wasn’t so pumped up to be there.
With my face turning red I rejoined my friends who were just catching on to what happened. However, to this group of guys, what I just did was awesome! I breached the woman’s room! I got a round of high-fives as they joined the applause and patted me on the back. And then I really did feel like that star football player!