A Liz Lemon Moment

I was at a meeting for most of the day today. The morning was okay, but the afternoon was just shy of excruciating.

I walked into the bathroom in the morning for a little break, and noticed someone in the stall with the door open. My initial thought was, "Why is that bald lady pouring a drink down the toilet?"

Suddenly, it hit me: "That's a man!" and I retreated out of the bathroom as quickly as I could, figuring I had walked into the wrong bathroom. (It wouldn't be the first time.) I checked and double-checked the doors and assured myself that I was, in fact, in the right bathroom, and obviously, this oblivious priest was unaware that he shouldn't (a) walk blindly into a bathroom without checking the door and (b) leave the stall door open when he's peeing.

I waited awkwardly in the hallway while he washed his hands and eyeballed me suspiciously -- after all, why was I waiting for the men's room (ha ha)? Another woman came up behind me and I pointed to the priest washing his hands and said, "I'm just waiting a moment until he's done." She nodded knowingly. A thoroughly Liz Lemon moment.