As normal conventions would have it, I was recently in a movie theater. When the picture finished, I did what I normally do upon exit.
Pee.
Standing at the urinal, I was by myself. Suddenly, the door swings open and in enters a girl somewhere in her 30s. She was not very attractive but unmistakably a female. She stood at the basin and washed her hands.
Finished with my business, I walked over to another basin. Our eyes met and she must have noticed my look of confusion. She smiled and shrugged.
On the way out, I looked at the sign on the door.
Men.
But, here in 2025, signs mean nothing. This chick went into the men's room and did what she wanted.
I thought about this all on the way home. Suppose I had walked away from the urinal and zipped up at the same time. If she had seen something, would I have been charged with inappropriate exposure. Could she have made me into a criminal? Was that her intent? Or did she just want to wash some caramel corn off her hands?
I'll never know. Nor do I want to. After all, this is America 2025, Len.
Dinner last night: Had a big lunch so nothing much.
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