Around 3 yesterday, my coworker was running downstairs (or actually walking, I dont think she was hungry enough to justify running in her weird shoes) to get lunch, and I needed a soda, so I followed.
As I stepped out of the office, a few paces behind her, I saw her hopping on the elevator to head down to the lobby, so I called out "Hold the Door!"
Oddly enough, the kind Asian man walking into the single-person (as in "no stall," "one toilet," "if there are two people inside, one of them is seeing parts that ain't his") held the door to the bathroom for me, even giving me a "here you go sir!" look.
As I scooted past him, creeped out, I politely told him "Whoa, yeah, not THAT door," and hopped in the elevator infinitely more confused about bathroom etiquette than I had been just minutes earlier.
Part of me wonders if I should have just gone into the bathroom, I mean, he was holding the door for me...
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