We are currently staying at a decent hostel. For the purposes of this story, it doesn't matter where this hostel is. We have a room for just the two of us, but we share common toilet and shower facilities. The shower room is pretty basic: four showers, each with its own curtain, and a shared pre/post-shower area, with a bench along one wall. The Men's and Women's Shower Rooms are across the hall from each other, and labeled with a subtle sign (font size ~40 on an 8.5 x 11 sheet of paper, no joke).
We've been here for two days now, and I have taken two showers with great success. I have seen other women in this shower room. It is not the shower room that Kee-Min uses. Clearly, I have been doing something right.
But this morning, I pulled open the door and saw someone (fully dressed, but with wet hair) shaving with an electric razor. Before I could even register a conscious thought, my hand let go of the door and I backed away, embarrassed. Uhhh...he was shaving his face.
So what did I do? I double checked the sign on the door. Then, I walked over to the other shower and check the sign on that door, too. Finally convinced that I was right, I re-opened the door, by which time my new friend had also realized something was wrong and was making a hasty retreat, poor guy.
As for me? I stepped into the now-vacant shower room to do my thing. But I spent my shower chuckling over my own reaction. It's incredible how quickly something that I knew, with absolute certainty (that I was in the Women's Shower) was abandoned for self-doubt in an "Ack!! I'm In The Wrong Bathroom!" moment.
We've been here for two days now, and I have taken two showers with great success. I have seen other women in this shower room. It is not the shower room that Kee-Min uses. Clearly, I have been doing something right.
But this morning, I pulled open the door and saw someone (fully dressed, but with wet hair) shaving with an electric razor. Before I could even register a conscious thought, my hand let go of the door and I backed away, embarrassed. Uhhh...he was shaving his face.
So what did I do? I double checked the sign on the door. Then, I walked over to the other shower and check the sign on that door, too. Finally convinced that I was right, I re-opened the door, by which time my new friend had also realized something was wrong and was making a hasty retreat, poor guy.
As for me? I stepped into the now-vacant shower room to do my thing. But I spent my shower chuckling over my own reaction. It's incredible how quickly something that I knew, with absolute certainty (that I was in the Women's Shower) was abandoned for self-doubt in an "Ack!! I'm In The Wrong Bathroom!" moment.
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