A pregnant friend who works in a corporate office setting gave me permission to share this email she sent me under the strict condition of anonimity. We've had a long-running joke about the weirdness of an office ladies' room and she had me in tears sharing her recent experience:"So, it's the rule that when doing something of a number two nature, you’d rather wait until no one is in the restroom. I’m usually pretty lucky here because it’s mostly men in my office, so the women’s room is usually always empty. But I went in today and there was a woman already in one of the stalls. And I had to go. So I went in, sat down to wait... and it became clear we were in a stand-off. She wasn’t going to go until I left, and I wasn’t going to go until she left. It was deadly quiet and awkward, with neither of us doing anything except sitting and trying not to breathe.
"Who won, you ask? Sadly, she did. Pregnancy lowers my stamina. But I was out of there without seeing her face, so it was almost like I won, too."
Bravo, my friend. Bravo on your stealth victory.