Dear Human Resources representative,
I apologize that I made that mistake. It was a solar flare that disrupted the earth’s magnetic field and thereby slightly altering my sense of north and south.
I have already checked with NOAA and have the data to prove as much.
That’s the only excuse I have for walking into the woman’s bathroom. Either that or I am just a total tool with ADD and a poor grasp on spacial recognition.
I always look for a urinal as I enter the room just to make sure it is the right bathroom. I know myself well enough to guard against these mistakes.
I walked in, looked to my left and saw mirrors and sinks, and...aww crap.
Stalls!
Way to many stalls unless they have doubled the size of the men's bathroom in the last 24 hours.
Until now I had dodged this bullet for a year, my track record was unblemished.
I looked across the room as I slowly backed out and saw you exiting a stall, I was just waiting for you to scream and throw a fit.
You shocked me with your coolness and the way that you said, ” I think one of us is in the wrong room” without missing a beat.
I answered back “Well that machine is selling tampons so I think it’s me”.
I bid you good day and walked back to my desk where a half dozen of my co-workers had seen my secret shame and wanted to query me about why I would do such a thing.
I chose not to tell them that I am absent minded and just made a mistake, instead I told them I had heard a rumor that there was a popcorn machine in there and as I am a fan of all things buttery I chose to investigate.
Ladies, I am sorry that I breached the perimeter of your sanctum sanctorum, I meant no harm.
Thank you for being cool and funny about it.
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