Speaking of long lines at women's rooms and bluehaired matrons...
It has become pretty common in NYCity for women who find a long line at the ladies' to simply use the gents', which never has a line, posting a guard at the door if it isn't a locking room. This is more an upper west side or Village or off-Broadway phenomenon than an upper east side one; but it is no longer surprising anywhere in NYC, I suspect.
This practice hasn't caught on upstate, where I live, though.
A while ago, I went with friends to a play given by a local theater group. Come intermission, I find myself on the end of a long line, and I see that the line runs right past the door of a men's room in front of which there is no line at all. So, saying "Excuse me, excuse me," I work my way between the line of women and the wall up to the door to the men's room, knock on the door (just in case), get no answer, open the door, check to see that it is possible to lock it, and walk on in. Before the door closes behind me, though, I hear an elderly woman say to her friend, in an excited whisper, "That must be one of those lesbians!" |
