When you can’t tear down that wall, you go around it (figuratively, not literally)
Can we all agree that the greatest tragedy possible is when a man has to wait to use a public restroom?
Of course it is! What? A LINE FOR THE MEN’S ROOM? What kind of monster would ever think this was a good thing? And if it ever did happen, we would want men to be comfortable while they waited, right? Hence the chairs outside of the men’s room at this theater. No chairs outside the ladies, though. We are made of stronger stuff and don’t need the be comfortable while we wait.
Hahahahaha. I joke.
It’s not a tragedy if a man has to wait for a public restroom. I mean, in theory, it’s not a tragedy. We don’t know what it looks like when men wait because it never happens.
Unless we take over.
Which is what a few other women and I did at the airport in Albuquerque recently.
The ladies was closed for cleaning. The two family restrooms were in use.
There was a certain degree of urgency: the need to pee plus the need to catch a plane.
And the ladies was blocked.
So I did what any rational person would do.
I asked the man who came out of the men’s room if it was empty. When he said it was, I told the other women waiting that I would stand guard if they wanted to go in if they would do the same for me.
In the spirit of solidarity, they agreed. And our missions were accomplished.
Marido was stunned when I told him. “You BLOCKED the men’s room?” he asked.
“I blocked it from MEN,” I said. “It was being used.”
What else was I supposed to do? I needed to go.
Are we women really supposed to wait to pee and men are never supposed to wait? It’s time. We all wait or none of us wait. Potty parity.