27 Dresses...and 1 Man?

Last night I was lucky enough to get a girls’ night with some great friends. We went to Carlyle Grill and had some amazing dessert (oh, and a side of fries - random but delicious) and then went to 27 Dresses, a really fun movie. Unfortunately, that’s not what this story is about, the highlight (or low point) of my night took place in the restroom at the theater.

So I’m walking out of my stall to wash my hands when I look up to see a man washing his hands at the sink. He doesn’t really notice me until I jump, cover my mouth and gasp – oh yeah, that got his attention! As soon as I opened my mouth I felt a pit in my stomach and I knew I was doomed, “Am I in the Men’s room?!” SHE just smiles and says, “No, you’re in the Women’s room.” Did I say she? Oh yeah, that’s ‘cause my man is a WO-man! Now I’m dying. What do I say, what do I say? “Oh thank goodness!” did I just say ‘thank goodness?’ Thank goodness would be that I didn’t just call this woman a man, thank goodness would be that I really was in the men’s room!

On the bright side the girls got a good laugh at (let's call her Pat) Pat's and my expense, and in an attempt to console me one of my friends even said that she has a sister who might actually take it as a compliment if someone mistook her for a man. Here’s to hoping.