So this past Saturday when we were driving to Atlanta for Niki’s baby shower, we made a little pit stop shortly after passing the Georgia state line. We needed gas and what not. I had to pee pretty bad. Now, keep this in mind, I am in my pajamas, we didn’t get to bed until 2 a.m. the night before and we’ve been up since about 7:30 a.m. Also, I am in my pajamas.

I walk into the gas station, only half awake and look around for the bathroom. I notice only one entrance for a bathroom. ONE. It isn’t even a door, it’s just an opening. The sinks are directly in front of you as you walk in and the walls reach almost to the sinks but have openings to urinals on one side and toilet stalls on the other.

I? was CERTAIN this was a unisex bathroom because 1. the sign said so and 2. there were no other bathrooms to be seen.

I shrugged my shoulders, walked in and did my business, the whole time marveling at how progressive the bathrooms in Georgia gas stations were.

While I’m washing my hands in the sink, B walks up, looks at me, does a double take, looks at the sign and walks away. A few seconds later he comes back and says to me,

“The women’s bathroom is just a few feet away. You couldn’t make it?”

Ya’ll, I was in the MEN’S bathroom. Georgia gas station bathrooms are not progressive at all.

Apparently I cannot read signs and think that the little handicapped sign looks exactly like the sign for WOMEN. In which in this case, that is probably quite apt.