To make matters worse, I had two different classes in the same building. One, on Tuesdays and Thursdays on the 2nd Floor and another class on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays on the 3rd floor. Well, you see where this is headed....
On more than one occasion, while in a hurry, I came off the elevator on the wrong day and headed to the right door on the wrong day. On the most memorable of these occasions, I didn't realize my error until I was sitting in a stall contemplating my shoelaces. I heard the person in the stall next to me flush and looked over to see a cute little pair of suede shoes and socks with little Scottish Terriers stitched into them! A little muffled cough confirmed my fear.
Naturally, I sat.... and sat.... Oh my Lord! A two-flusher! She had a two-FLUSHER! It took her another 10 minutes to finish up and depart the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, I cooly got up, flushed and headed for the door. I took an extra glance around to make doubly sure. Sure enough, there were no urinals. I didn't even stop to wash my hands, I was out the door.
I calmly walked out the door and around the corner back to the elevator. I couldn't be seen on this floor again. Waiting at the elevator was a young lady. As I approached, she smiled and glanced down at my feet, turned a soft red color and chuckled to herself. I didn't want to, but I had to look down at her feet... Yep, sure enough, Scottish Terriers. On second thought, I'll take the stairs...
Well written post, in my professional opinion.
At least I didn't make it to a sitting position!