the first thing i noticed when i walked inside is that the floor was clean — and wet. as if somebody had just mopped and forgotten the yellow slippery when wet sign. as i walked out of the stall, in walked a tall woman with a silvery white bob. she was wearing a beige suit and black shoulder bag.
“this floor is wet!” she exclaimed, shaking her head in disapproval. “they should really do something about this floor.”
“i know,” i said, lathering my hands with soap. “it’s horrible.”
“i’m going to complain,” she said, in her grandmotherly tone. “you know, somebody could trip. you could have tripped. and then you could have sued.”
“how could they let this happen?”
i answered with my question mark face.
“must be a man in charge. women are too smart to do such a stupid thing.”
–women’s restroom, house of pies