One of the few times I've gone to a dance club/disco...

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...was not TOO long after I was stationed in Germany.
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Went upstairs to the bathrooms and went in and chose
a stall. Had been sitting there for just a little while when
laughing women started coming in. I had made it a POINT
to make sure I went into the men's room, but all of a
sudden realized that if I had WANTED to stand up, there
was no place for me to have done so.
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Some joker had switched the signs.
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And GOT me.
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Too embarrassed to move, I was stuck there for a good
15-20 minutes until a lull in the 'action' allowed me to
slip out unobserved. Spent the whole time worried that
someone would notice the Army-issued jump boots under
the stall door.
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All these decades, it's been impossible for me to go
into an unfamiliar rest room without, at the very least,
veri-FREAKIN'-fying that there are urinals present.
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I had learned the lesson in this picture well.
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WAY too well.
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