I confess...

I confess I got to work once last year to find a huge queue for the mens showers. I was in a rush and there was no one in the ladies as usual and so I went in there.

Half way through a girl came in, I nervously cowered in the shower praying she didn't come in, debating whether I should just own up and make myself known, she didn't, she went for a poo instead.

There are some things in life one shouldn't hear, that was one of them, I am still traumatised but thank god I didn't get caught.

I know how you feel.
Because there's so few women at our factory, and so many blokes, they converted one of the women's toilets into a gents.
They did this by ingeniously putting a 'mens' sign over the 'womens' sign.
Anyhoo, I was in there, emptying my bottom, when I heard the click clack of heels on tiles.
Shit.
A woman had walked in.
She went in the cubicle next to me.
I could hear her pulling up her skirt, sliding down her tights and panties...
Then she took the most violent, explosive crap I've ever heard.
It sounded like a flock of pigeons taking off while being chased by a moped with a knackered exhaust.
I wiped and fled.
But got a look at her shoes before she left.
(it's the sort of thing I do, don't ask me why.)
When I saw those shoes again, during a meeting, I lol'ed.