After my wonderful uplifting experience with my 4th 5K at Veterans Memorial Park in Dawsonville, I decided to stop in at the local Walmart there on 400. I don't shop at Walmart often but there was something there that I needed to get (a personalized tag.) They have this machine that etches a tag for you on the spot. Anyway, after walking 3.16 miles and drinking water, I really had to go pee. I walked up to the bathrooms and saw a few carts parked right outside the entrances to the between the two bathrooms. I glanced to the right and saw a leopard print sweater in one of the shopping carts and headed around the cart into the bathroom. I kind of made a little turn and then straight ahead was the handicapped stall and it was occupied. I noticed through the little space in the door and the wall and thought wow, that is a really big and tall lady. I caught just the briefest of glances of the feet and hands. Now mind you I did not have my eye pressed up against the space staring, but I can quickly take in a lot of details in a matter of a second or two. Anyway, I went into my little stall and noticed that it did not lock and no darn purse hook. I kind of wedged and hooked my purse up on the top of the door to keep the door closed and my purse off the floor and sat down. I believe I may have cleared my throat in a lady like way. Sometimes after walking my throat is dry. Anyway, the person in the next stall was more noisy. I think some people can be completely silent as they go along in their daily activities and some just make more noise. I heard a couple of throat clears and maybe a grunt or 2. I thought to myself, wow she has a really deep voice. Anyway, I could tell she was going to be awhile. Well I finished up, and gathered my purse, opened the door to my little stall and stepped out into the main part of the bathroom and there stood an older gentleman with his back to me standing up at the urinal peeing! It hit me, I am in the MEN'S BATHROOM. Yes, I had walked into the men's bathroom!!! Oh my goodness. I am so glad that man did not see me. At least I don't think he did. I was not concerned with my embarrassment but with his. I am equally glad that me and the other stallee did not bump into each other. I quickly and as silently as I could walked out of the men's bathroom. I wanted to laugh out loud and tell someone. I almost went over to the tax lady in her little cubicle but she was on the phone. I had to tell someone, so I called my sister. She had not laughed in a while and really needed a good laugh. Glad I could help! Later on that day, while I was visiting my Aunt, I told her my bathroom story and she got a good laugh and it brought her blood pressure down. Glad I could help!
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