Paul Johnson... for a short while

I am at some place that I don't frequent and I have to use the restroom facilities. After locating them in whatever establishment that I am in it is always a very quick descision about which room I will use. I (being a male) always have and always plan to use the mens room. But as it so happens every so often I will enter the room and proceed to an open stall to fufill the desire to ease my bladder when after sitting I suddenly become slightly disoriented and the phobia enters my head: "What if I am sitting in the womens restroom?" Now I know because I have worked at several varied and distinct locations where it has been my task to clean the restrooms and therefore unwittingly I have had the opportunity to compare the facilities avalible to men and to women. So I know that they really aren't very different. I have heard women talk about buffets and other such luxuries in their bathrooms and that is why they travel there together. But honestly I don't believe them. From what I have seen the rooms are often roughly the same size and equally equiped except of course urinals for the men and those scary little white trash cans in some womens rooms. So because I am familiar with the similarities I am beset by this terror. "I might be sitting in the wrong room." So I attempt to peer around the cracks in the door in attempt to gain any clues about my whereabouts. If someone else should happen to enter the room I try and decipher their gender by analyzing their cough or the speed of their walk and the heaviness of their step. It is in reality quite a complicated proceedure. I also must admit that I have leaned over and tried to catch a glimps of the shoes of someone in the stall next to mine. I guess it never occured to me that my neighbor might be in a similar state. Anyway in most occassions I have been able to readily determine the room that I have so hastely placed myself in and set my mind at ease to continue with my intended pupose for being there in the first place. But, on rare appointment I have been forced to finish my business and venture from my safe haven and brave the embarrasement of possibly being in the wrong. These fears have always been unfounded but every now and then I still sit in wondering, have I wandered into the taboo loo?

And thats all for now...