There is nothing worse than feeling sick while on vacation. Over the years, I have contracted many illnesses during family trips. Most of these are mild one day sicknesses, but that does not stop them from being extremely volatile.
The most recent illness was on a family ski trip this year. The sickness hit me after a couple of runs. I was on the top of the mountain when I was hit with it full force. It was a cloudy day, and practically a whiteout at the top. I decided to take the quickest path down, which lead me through the mountain's most difficult trails. The trail was called tightline and, from some angles, it resembled a cliff. This was especially true in that day's weather. Regardless, I proceeded down the mountain. Normally I would take several precautions on this trail, but my deteriorating health made me want to get down quicker, so I just gunned down the trail.
By the time I reached the bottom, I felt terrible. I could barely walk around without getting the sensation I was going to puke, so I headed to the bathroom. The more I walked, the worse I got. Soon, cramps ran up my body, paralyzing me. A headache began to sear through my head. Even the dim lights in the lodge hurt my eyes. I was barely able to drag myself into the bathroom.
Once inside , I began to hunt for a stall, stumbling into the first available one. The lock on the door was broken. The bathroom was empty, so I could have hunted for another stall. However, I felt that more movement could be detrimental to my health, so I braced the door with my feet and prepared for the worst...
...Nothing happened. I took a few deep breathes and sat down, hoping to catch my breath. My headache began to subside, and my cramp slowly loosened i's grip on me.
While sitting I heard the stall next to me become occupied. I automatically flicked my eyes over to where the sound was coming from. The person in the stall next to me was rapidly stripping off all of their clothing. While I personally hate it when my clothes touch grimy public bathroom floors, this did not seem unusual. What was unusual was the type of clothing I noticed falling next to me. The ski jacket was white and green, which gave the jacket a feminine look. In fact, I could not imagine a jacket of that color on a male. The shirt they were wearing underneath it was neon stripes, which I could easily imagine being worn by my little sister. As more and more clothes were removed so that this person could use their bathroom in peace, one thing became very apparent. The stall was inhabited by a woman.
My mind reeled. I hadn't been paying close attention when I entered due to the pain I was feeling in my gut. I hadn't seen anyone else in the bathroom when I entered, and, come to think of it, I couldn't be sure if I had seen any urinals. It was entirely possible that I had walked into the wrong bathroom.
The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. I was unfamiliar with the bathrooms, had rushed into them in a hurry, was lucky enough not to be seen as I entered my stall, and was now trapped in the wrong bathroom. This left me with two options. One, I could hide here until closing time. This seemed like the best way to not get caught. However, if someone wanted the stall while I hid in it, I could get security called on me. My other option was to quickly book it out when I thought there were few to no people in the room.
My mind raced as the bathroom became more occupied, and planning was cut short by the knocking on my stall door. I responded to the knock in my best falsetto, “Ill be out in a minute”. I glanced down at their feet, hoping to get an idea as to their gender. They wore ski boots and black snow pants. Completely asexual. Crap.
Slowly, I got up and walked to the stall door, anxiously awaiting my judgment. I stopped holding the door shut, letting it swing open to reveal the best sight I had seen all day.
A row of urinals.
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