We arrived a little late and the Flamingo don’t be a salty beach vintage shirt in the auditorium. Carol commented that she needed to use the restroom before going to our seats. I needed to as well, so we left Bob and Kim outside the entrance to the auditorium. We walked together down the hallway about 3 steps behind another fellow. Soon the ladies’ room door was on the right and Carol turned and went in. I continued on behind the fellow in front of me and he turned into the next door on the right and I followed. We both stood there looking straight ahead and noticed it was all stalls, no urinals. Looking to the right was a long row of sinks, just beyond which there was an opening to the left.
The Flamingo don’t be a salty beach vintage shirt to the right past the sinks and I followed. Looking down the opening to the left revealed another row of stalls, again no urinals. The other fellow then proceeded towards the end to a stall. I quickly finished my business and turned to exit the stall. As I opened the door, the other guy is walking past and gives me the same puzzled look I’m sure I had on my face! The exit was straight ahead and I paused behind him as he opened it. Looking to my right, I see Carol washing her hands at the sink. She looks up and sees me and gets a questioning/surprised look on her face. I shrug my shoulders with raised eyebrows and head through the door.