Here's a story about the bathroom

Yesterday I had a business lunch at a fancy lunch place, which, as we all know, is where you go when you need to business in the middle of the day. First thing I did when I got there, after greeting my date in the work-appropriate manner (passionate frenching) was visit the bathroom. I had just emerged from the subway, and there is no way, after riding the subway, I can sit and eat anything until I scour myself from the elbows down. Maybe also the face. Maybe my face touched something. I can't be 100% sure it didn't.

Before I've even entered a restaurant, I fret over the location of the bathroom. Restaurants enjoy hiding their restrooms so that you have to wander about, sometimes finding yourself in the kitchen before someone sets you straight. This is how the restaurant staff gets back at you for making them feed you. I hate this. I hate walking around with that look on my face. That "I'm acting as I know exactly where I'm going, and I'm about to march straight into a supply closet" look. And then there are the places that can't just indicate "Men" and "Women" on their separate bathroom doors. They have to get cute about it. And you standing in front of the two doors, wondering, "Damn it all, am I a 'Buckaroo' or a 'Cowpoke'?"

Fortunately, my initial worry was alleviated right off the bat. Before I had even sat down, the waitress saw my haunted I Touched Subway expression and pointed me toward the restrooms. She was clearly new at her job, and hadn't learned to loathe us.

The bathroom door had a W on it, which I swear I hesitated about for half a second. "Is that 'Women,' or 'Whoa, This Room's for Dudes'?" I wondered. This was a classy establishment, however, so I was fairly confident in my decision as I strode in.

Here's what happened next. As I was closing the door to one of the stalls, I got my shoe stuck underneath it. I looked down at the shoe and the stall door and tried to figure out how I had managed to wedge my foot in such a painful manner, and I pulled on the door, hard, which is when it came loose and slammed into the front of my skull. I then fell back, where the toilet was, and had to fling both arms out to brace myself against the sides of the stall. Which caused my leather-soled flats to slide on the tiled floor, just enough that I landed, hard, right on the toilet seat. This all happened in a few seconds. WEDGE-SLAM-FALL-BRACE-WHOOPS-THUD. It was fantastic. My head hurt a lot.

I was inexpressibly thankful that I was alone, and no one had witnessed this ludicrous display. (Nor did anyone see me attempt to close the door again, once I had recovered, and find that the door wouldn't latch, and then go to the next stall, and then the next, before realizing the mechanism that latched the door was a turn-y thing and not a pull-y whatsit. I blame the head trauma for this.)

I swore no one would ever know of my embarrassing episode, so naturally I immediately told my lunch date. And then I got home and told Scott and Henry. And now I am telling you.

Comments

[Ashley]

I find it's always a little bit less embarrassing if I can tell as many people as possible about an embarrassing moment I had. This way I've turned my own private shame into a funny story I can share -- from total idiot to life of the party in thirty seconds flat!

[thepsychobabble]

It's cool. I TOTALLY won't tell. :p

[Helen]

And thrilled I am that you told me because I am whistle laughing like an old lady at the mental picture of your calamity. This is what blogging is all about if you ask me, sharing those things we would never tell another living soul. People in their computers aren't real anyway.

[mihow]

You know what pisses me off? On top of all the germs we get from riding the subway, we now have to worry about those damned BED BUGS.

This has become my new fear. I think about every time I'm out. They will run me out of town, they will.

I'm happy to hear you survived the fall. We've all had a few horrible NYC bathroom experiences. (Speaking of which: avoid the Dunkin Donuts on 2nd Avenue and 34th street. I had to use it to pee on day and I haven't been the same since.)

[Big Dot]

Funny! And painful, ouch. And spot on about the dreaded powder-room search - you're right, the restaurant staff are always so superior about it. Not the kitchen staff, though, who always have a shocked caught-in-the-act reaction to being burst in upon by caught-short diners. They can't be in on the game. I imagine it's a hierarchy thing.

I once flushed my hire-car keys down a public toilet in a painful-in-its-own-way clumsiness event: http://travelskite.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-state-in-banana-state.html

[Lawyerish]

God, that was funny.

I feel like far too many New York restaurants hide their bathrooms down a too-steep, too-rickety, too-slanted, too-dark staircase, and even then you have to go through some kind of rabbit warren to find them, and then there are the gender-ambiguous signs that you mentioned, and THEN the bathroom itself is so small your knees are up against the door while you're peeing, which makes you want to go home and shower.

This is why I rarely leave the house anymore.

[Michelle]

That is hysterical. I can totally picture it and I'm happy that you like to share your particular brand of crazy with us.

[Margaret]

There must be some sort of calculable relationship between the fanciness of any establishment and the likely of having a calamitous personal mishap within. I once tripped at a cocktail event in Manhattan and managed to throw an entire glass of red wine into my own face. I was reduced to wandering the restaurant blind, in desperate search for a napkin and/or an escape chute.

[Kate]

The stalls at my law school are short. If you are above 5'5", your head pops up when you stand up.

I am constantly making awkward eye contact with other girls as they pull their pants up because we can see over the stalls.

Yeah, it kind of sucks.

(I mean, as long as we are sharing bathroom things.)

[Alice Bradley]

Kate, I once visited a bathroom wherein you could see over the door if you were *sitting*. That was awkward.

[feefifoto]

Usually when something like that happens to me it tends to wrench my head backwards on my neck. I call it DIY Chiropractic.

[angelawd]

Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, but I am laughing too hard to be properly sympathetic. Sounds like just the kind of thing I'd do.

[The Bug]

I can hardly breathe I'm laughing so hard - my husband asked if everything was ok. Oh lordy. I think I find it so funny because it could totally be ME in that stall doing that slapstick.

[The Bug]

Oh & Margaret's wine story just sent me right back over the edge. If laughter is a healing thing then I am healed!

[Marinka]

This is what happens when you stop coloring your hair. The gods have spoken. I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.

[Aunt Baaa]

If it makes you feel any better, that is something I would do. I am kind of surprised I haven't already!

I won't tell anyone. Actually I might, but in a nice way!

[WHOO ha ha ha hee he hhh]

All bathroom humor should be this good!

[Kate]

They make the doors that shoe-sticking height on purpose. It's part of the aforementioned Loathing Plan, I believe.

[TitanKT]

This could have been so much worse, Alice. I was totally waiting for you to say that when you fell back onto the toilet, you managed to dunk your ass into the toilet water and had to leave the restaurant in a welter of freaked out shame and oogyness that your ass had touched public toilet water and was technically STILL touching it since you had no choice but to continue wearing the wet pants.

I am sorry that you hit your head, but I am HUGELY relieved that you didn't dunk your nether regions in that toilet... no matter HOW fancy.

[Em]

Thank God for blogs. People such as myself probably looked at you business lunching at that restaurant and thought things like "Look at her! All put together and business lunching! Why can't I be more like her? Why must I be such a spaz?" Now, next time I see some put together lady looking all Normal, before I berate myself for being weird, I will imagine that that lady just assaulted herself in the bathroom and lived to tell the tale. (But for the record, I will probably be the one TitanKT described crawling out with a wet bum for the longest, soggiest subway ride in history)

[EOMama]

I'm still trying to figure out how the hell you got your foot stuck in the first place. Also, my husband just asked me if I'm ok because I'm laughing so hard!

[Heather]

That's my strategy for embarrassing incidents, too. "Oh my god, no one can ever know this happened ... except the whole internet." It's always better if you can make yourself believe that everyone's laughing WITH you. :)

[Tabitha (From Single to Marrie]

You poor thing (I say this through my laughter of course). I'm guessing that you scrubbed yourself extra hard after your face hit the toilet? I would have gone home and taken a shower at that point. :)

[Leslie]

The great thing about you is that you tell people these things and they feel less alone about the insane shit they do. For instance: I was making Thanksgiving dinner for 10 people and I had a 26lb bird. Flipping it in the pan was ridiculous! At one point I had one foot on a chair, the other foot balanced on a cabinet, and I was cradling the super-hot giant turkey in my burning arms like a baby to prevent it from falling on the floor.Thank you for sharing your Three-Stooges-like moments with the world!

[Holly]

I am sorry about your embarrassing moment. *But* so appreciate you sharing it! Laughter & coffee is a great way to start the day! Thanks.