(I’m taking a restroom break in one of our single-person restrooms. I am also male. A female customer breaks the flimsy lock and barges in.)
Me: “Whoa! What are you doing?”
Customer: “I’m trying to use the restroom. Your door handle was broken.”
Me: “Ma’am, it was locked, and there is another restroom for women to
use right next to you!”
Customer: “Huh? I didn’t notice that before.”
(She continues to stand there for a bit, while I’m still covering myself up.)
Me: “Um, I was hoping to use the restroom. Can you please close the door and let me finish?”
Customer: “Actually I was wondering if you could help me find the baking stuff?”
Me: “I can’t, I’m using the restroom. Can’t you see that?”
Customer: “Good Lord, I’m never coming back here! Your service is awful!”
