Oh My God!
I had my first Unisex bathroom experience this past November at The Miami International Book Fair. Of course, with heart pounding in my chest, I made my way into the otherwise known ‘girls’ room into new territory.
First came the advance parties announcing to the unisex room that a ‘female’ was entering the shared domain.
After making sure that no one else was in there, I walked in to find urinals on one side of the bathroom and stalls with doors on the other side of the room. I took a sniff.
We all know that men and boys miss when they aim and shoot, but I was pleasantly surprised. No mess awaited my all too timid eyes.
I went into the stall and barricaded the door (I mean locked the door) so that no one could enter accidentally. I did my business. The toilet flushed behind me. I unlocked the door and sailed out, washed my hands, dried them, and viola, it was done.
So went my first foray into the unknown.
The second time I went in with less fanfare.
I entered the bathroom calling ahead of me. “Is anyone in here?”
Not hearing a responsive chorus, I walked in and noticed ‘no one!” I went into the same stall (knowing how I would find it) and closed the door, this time locking it. All went well.
However, when I came out of the stall, I saw much to my surprise and shock another human being shared the bathroom with me.
Oh my God! At least, his zipper was fully up and nothing extended beyond his jeans. He said. “I really enjoyed talking with you this morning.”
Trying to sound non committal, I turned around and noticed a father and son combo standing right in front of the door. I think the boy was more shocked than I was.
Summoning my wits, I said. “Hello, I see that you bring in your son with you. You know kid, you’re special. When my kid had to go to a bathroom, he went with me into the woman’s room.”
Now, the kid looked shocked. I smiled. Washed and dried my hands.
I waved to all of them and left.
So ended my first and second, and hopefully my last time I ever use an Unisex bathroom again.