So there I am, in a one person unisex bathroom someplace, and a knock on the door occurs. I respond that the bathroom is occupied, another knock, and another response from me. Inexplicably, there is a key hanging outside the door, which they then use to unlock the door while I'm in the bathroom. Now, by this time, I have decided to wait until I've shooed the person away before going about my business, so I confront them at the door and try to tell them that there's someone here before they open the door. Nonetheless, the door opens, and a girl looks in. Now, ordinarily, you'd assume this is the part where they realize the error of what they were doing, and flee sheepishly - but not this person. She asks if she can use the bathroom. Now, this is not a child - she could easily have been in and around the neighborhood of 18, well dressed, coiffed, etc. - not the kind of person to be too confused to know that bathrooms are for one person at a time. Something at a loss for words, I find myself only looking quite befuddled at her. It is only after sticking her head through the door, and apparently noticing *for the first time* that this is, in fact, a bathroom, that she excuses herself and leaves.
A day in the life of twoshots...
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