Why Does This Keep Happening To Me

I had a moment of terror in the ladies' bathroom at Barnes and Noble today.

 I was in one stall and the lady in the stall next to me started talking to her kids and she had a very very very deep voice, so I just got really stiff, then tried to peek under the wall and see what her shoes looked like to see if she was a man and if I was in the wrong restroom. Her shoes were a bit androgynous, so that freaked me out a little and I had to sit there like a stiff rock until they all left to come out.

This needs to stop happening. There needs to be some sort of indication that the restroom is for women INSIDE the bathroom AND the stalls for people like me who forget whether or not they checked if they were going into the right bathroom.

I know you're supposed to check for urinals, but it's hard to do that while you're stuck, petrified within the confines of your own stall.

I think the women's restroom's stalls, walls, ceilings, and floors should be painted bright pink and there should be flowers and glitter all over the place with "Man, I Feel Like a Woman" playing so that it would be very clear which bathroom it is.

When I rule the world, I will make this a law.

Yeesh.