Today afternoon I was in a bookshop, doing what I like doing most of the times – whiling away my time. I did pick one quick read but my bowels were grunting, what with those exotic meals I had last few days taking their toll. I asked for the nearest washroom and was directed up the staircase, outside the entrance door. I hurriedly ran up the staircase where there were two doors opposite each other with Men and Women marked but in my haste I forgot to see which washroom I was entering. I remember seeing caricature of a man on the door before entering though in hindsight I am not sure if I did catch a good glance. After all as I said, I was in a hurry
Once inside there was something distinctly different, it was a bit cleaner and neatly maintained than most men loos are. What I did notice, and that should have been a warning for me, was that there were no stand-doing type urinals present. There were cubicles facing each other in the large room, each enclosing a built-in commode. I quickly entered one and bolted from inside. After all I was in a hurry
I unzipped my jeans, took my seat and was relieving myself all too well, when I heard those kind of noises from adjoining cubicle. Now you do hear sounds of fury from bowels and the final blast sound before release, but these sounds were kind of different than what I was used to hearing. These were less aggressive and softer. Also while I was seated on the commode I noticed a pad disposer on the side, which I thought must be a novel feature in these rooms little realizing that I may be in the wrong place. I should have got the message when I heard giggles from outside, but then my innocent mind banished them thinking them to be only sweepers or scavengers. Now who has ever seen a sweeper giggling, but after all I was in a hurry.
When I had completed my hurried stuff and was coming out I noticed a pair of eyes staring at me and making a dash for the door. I did not see who it was or even if it was a he or she. I proceeded to the wash basins to wash my hands. As I was soiling my hand with the liquid soap, I noticed another person coming to wash hands, but this person was different, as in wearing low-waist jeans, nail polish and had boobs. She looked at me and gasped; another chick who had come in looked at me in surprise; both females then exchanged quizzical looks of shock after seeing me. I left washing my hands and marched outside the door where I noticed the men’s toilet was actually on the opposite side. There were more females outside who were bewildered upon seeing me exit from ladies loo, but after all they did not know and nobody except me knew that I was indeed in a hurry