I went into a ladies’ room stall last night, with a hairstick in my back pocket, and at some point, it fell out & clattered on the tile floor.
Moments later, I found myself looking for it, with my feet facing the wrong way in the stall, and I thought - oh no, I’m in trouble now.
I can clearly remember a moment about 12 years ago when I was casually looking at the feet of the woman in the next stall and suddenly realized that they were actually men’s feet. It was a very odd moment (for both of us, I’m sure.)