Today, while at a local Saint Louis County restaurant I got an unexpected shock by an elderly woman in the public restroom. While using the facilities, a woman around the age of 70 exited the stall next to me. At first, I did not pay attention to the person exiting the closed door stall until I began to smell what seemed like perfume being sprayed. When the door opened up and the person walked up to the sink to wash their hands, I looked over my left shoulder to see a woman washing her hands. My first thought was whether I was in the right restroom, until I remembered I was at the stand-up stall. Also, I was quite sure that I was not in a family restroom either. At which point, I made the comment, “Lady, what are you doing in the men’s restroom?”
The woman said that I should go about my own business and not worry about what she was doing. Naturally, I was both confused and embarrassed and I said, “You do realize that you are in the wrong restroom?” At which point, I could see her looking up and in my direction through the mirror over the sink and she replied, “There was a line wait in the other [restroom] and my food was getting cold.” I went on to advise the woman that she cannot just walk into the men’s restroom and use it and she had the nerve to say, “Well, I’m the one who should be embarrassed because you should have looked to see if there was a lady in here before doing what you needed to do – you should be ashamed of yourself!” I replied back, “This is ridiculous, would you just leave already.” She dried her hands and turned around to face the back of me and said, “Am I making you uncomfortable? … good… now you know how I feel with all of these personal questions, like you are accusing me of being some kind of pervert or something.” I tried to explain to the woman that by her purposely and knowingly entering the men’s restroom, it was a crime.
Before I knew it, she had moved closer towards me and replied back, “Young man, it’s not as if I haven’t seen anything of the male anatomy before; but no, it is not a crime. In fact, if you were to have gone into the ladies room then that is a crime because only men can be perverts!” As she continued to rant, I just rolled my eyes and exited the restroom. She followed suit and began arguing with me between both restrooms. Next thing I knew, we had an audience.
A manager asked what was the problem and before I could explain, she began rubbing her eyes with fake tears and said that she was minding her own business in the ‘ladies‘ restroom when she discovered me in there. I was like, no; that is not true and that ‘she‘ was the one who was in the ‘men’s‘ restroom. Naturally, the female manager simply looked at me and said that I needed to leave before she called the police. People were staring and making rude comments. I even attempted to explain that I am a criminal profiler with a background in criminal justice; however, a customer said that she had already called the police. Apparently, it was her word against mine and she had everyone convinced that it is not possible for women to be restroom perverts as she termed it.
Just when I thought things were going to go from bad to worse, an officer arrived. He asked for my identification. But, what went worse, was actually for the woman when the officer asked for her drivers license and to everyone’s surprise she had left her purse on the sink in the restroom. I wish I could explain the look on her face when the officer asked why her purse was in the men’s restroom.