What are the odds

This weekend we went to San Diego to relive our youth/celebrate my birthday. I am planning to write a post all about that, including beach pictures (everyone get excited for some true California smuggery!) but before I do that, I wanted to share a quick story.

On Sunday we made an emergency Starbucks stop to use the bathrooms. (In my vast experience stopping to use the facilities, Starbucks are the best because you very rarely need a key and the bathrooms are singles.)

When we walked up to the bathrooms, Chris opened the mens’ room door and someone was already in there peeing. “Oh I thought I locked it!” said Peeing Stranger #1 (spoiler alert: there will soon be a Peeing Stranger #2.) I then opened the door to the ladies’ room and lo, there was a woman peeing (Peeing Stranger #2!) “Oh my god, I swear I locked it!” called Peeing Stranger #2.

As we waited for Peeing Strangers #1 and #2 to finish up, we were like, “What are the odds we both walk in on someone peeing?!” We had a good chuckle, then Peeing Stranger #1 finished up and Chris went in. (We tested the door to make sure it was locked. It was.)

Peeing Stranger #2 exited (head hung in shame, which was really too bad because I totally wanted to be like, “My husband also walked in on someone peeing! What are the odds?!”) and I went in. That’s when I saw it. On the door were directions on how to lock the door. “Ah, Peeing Stranger #2 just can’t follow instructions,” I thought.

After Chris and I were both done, we met outside for a debrief. “What are the odds?!” we asked again. “Did your bathroom have directions on how to lock the door?” I asked. “No!” said Chris. “Here, I took a picture–let me read them aloud for you,” I said.

The directions:

The only thing missing is ‘, you fucking idiots.’