there is one particular bathroom at work i always use. i do this with pretty much every space i frequent - i assign myself a bathroom. i don't know if you do this, but i'm pretty sure it's a universal thing. it's typically the second bathroom in - something i think may have to do with me being born on a tuesday (second day of the work week, first part sounds like 2) or the fact that i was born in the second month. either way, i'm always heading for that bathroom. i have other rules i make myself abide by (the every other stall rule is also notable) but this one is seriously ingrained in my mind.
recently i walked into the bathroom at work, 100% on autopilot, pushed upon the door to my stall and started to sit down before i realized someone was in there. yeah that's right - i started to SIT DOWN. i almost sat on a woman's bare lap as she was mid-urine stream probably. i mean obviously, the main issue here is that her door wasn't locked. but another main issue is that i almost sat on her lap. but at least she wasn't someone from my department right? i don't have to interact with her on a regular basis.
WRONG-O. i do have to interact with her on a regular basis, not because of work things, but because we have the same friggin bathroom schedule! our bodies apparently thrive on awkwardness because they insist on making us pee at the exact same time! obviously we never speak of that day and that thing that almost happened. obviously. but in between the lines of our pleasantries? there are some heavy implications. those are some heavy silences.