This Sunday, I accidentally opened the door to the men’s room at a bar (and it was not a result of too much alcohol.). I suppose I was confused because the men’s room door was right by the exit door to the restroom area. One of the people I was at the bar with was in the restroom at the time, but thankfully, I saw nothing. However, he saw me. I was mortified.
This is the third time I can remember doing something like this. The first time I was in elementary school and luckily, no one was in there. The second time was the absolute worst.
I used to live in Plano in the early 2000s and belonged to the 24 Hour Fitness at the corner of Park and Ohio. One day after working out, I decided I should weigh myself (never really a good idea). I had not used the locker rooms as I always would go home post workout, so I wasn’t familiar with them, but I knew there would be a scale inside.
I entered the locker room and made a beeline to the scale. When I reached it (it was good 20 feet from the entry door), I looked to my left and noticed two naked men. I stood frozen for what seemed like an eternity and tried not to panic. How would I gracefully get out of this situation unnoticed? I contemplated for a brief moment and determined the best course of action would be walk briskly toward the exit because running would draw more attention. I’m sure the two naked men saw me and thought I was some sort of major pervert or perhaps, intellectually challenged.
I made it to the exit, pushed open the door at the same time a man was entering the locker room. He had the oddest expression on his face, but didn’t say anything to me. At this point, I was beet red and ran to the exit of the gym. As soon as I got outside, I started hysterically laughing, which probably made me look even better than I already did.
