Restroom confusion

Relatively speaking

First time visiting this cafe. Casually walk into what I think is the Men’s room. There is a woman wiping the mirror with a paper towel.

I freeze.
She stops cleaning the mirror.

*an awkward second passes which feels like eternity*

“Whoa! Where am I?”, I say — and then take a couple steps back to check the door label.



And yet, somehow, still embarrassed. O_o

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