At one place of employment I have our bathroom/showers are also the public bathrooms for anyone who comes to the fire station. As you can imagine there are often encounters of the public finding us shaving or just getting out of the shower. I know, real professional. That is another story. So one thing you need to know about me. I am a naked pooper. Why be confined by clothing when you can be so free?! Well most times it is not an issue. This was not most times. As I sat minding my own business in the office I heard what was most definitely not a mans voice. By deduction I knew it was not anyone I was working with because they were all men. That meant not only was it a woman but she probably didn't know me. After a gut dropping feeling, I then heard two other little voices.
Now in our bathroom there is stall, a urinal and a handicap stall in between the two. Obviously I choose the handicap one because who likes to feel claustrophobic while relaxing? As I sat being ninja quiet, praying she didn't see my feet which I had lifted by this time, one little set of feet appeared next to me in the urinal. Then to my right a second set of feet followed by his mothers appeared in the stall. I was surrounded and trapped! As I practiced air conservation(holding my breath) I could hear the pitter patter of their toilet water being disrupted. Knowing all I had separating what would be a life altering event for them was just a piece of steel built and installed in the 40's was not comforting. After about 2 minutes the group left and I was able to breath.
Two things to learn from this.
1: Always have an escape plan.
2: Never leave your clothes on the outside of the stall.
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