When I opened the door, I stopped and wondered where all of the urinals were. There was a long corridor of stalls, but no urinals. I thought that surely a men’s restroom ought to have urinals. Why didn’t this one?
Maybe they were hidden behind one of the doors that I thought was a stall. The hotel might be for those who would want to have separate urinals. I took one step inside and had one more thought.
Sure enough, when I checked outside the restroom, it was labeled for women.
Why do I always think of that last? My first thought is always “where are the urinals?”