Airport turbulence occurs in places other than in the air and on the tarmac.
I flew into the St. Louis airport, got off the plane, and stopped in the woman’s bathroom.
While washing my hands, an older gentleman carrying a cane, opened the last stall door, still adjusting his fly.
I watched him from the mirror to see his shocked expression.
He said, “Did you know you are in the men’s room?”
Smiling, I said, “No, this isn’t the men’s room.”
Color began to drain from his face. “Is this the ladies’ room?”
I nodded and he slowly began to back out muttering apologies.
“I’m so embarrassed. This has never happened to me before. I must have seen ‘men’ in ‘women’ on the door. I guess I need my eyes checked.”
I grabbed my luggage and quickly walked to the entrance with him.
We met a young Muslim woman going in the restroom, and he began to apologize to her.
“I came in the wrong bathroom. I can’t believe I’ve done this.”
“No harm done” I said. “No one will ever know what happened.”
“I’ll know it happened. This is so humiliating.”
Exiting the bathroom he nearly ran to the next gate before looking back to see if I was following.
At the turnstile, he didn’t’ look in my direction, and I’m sure he was praying that no one else knew his story, but now you do too.
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Have a turbulent-less day. Come back and visit again.