Yesterday, as I was sitting in the stall, I heard a high little voice. I said to my self that the voice sounded like that of a little girl. But how could that be? This is the men’s restroom. I emerged from the stall only to encounter a 3 year old and her dad.<\/p>\n
I must be old fashioned because I don’t think that the men’s restroom is the proper place for a little girl. I am sure that there are enough women in the office who would be happy to accompany the little girl into the women’s restroom. That is what I did when I took my daughters to work with me.<\/p>\n
While I understand that it is a liberated world, I hate having to answer questions about the men standing next to the wall.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yesterday, as I was sitting in the stall, I heard a high little voice. I said to my self that the voice sounded like that of a little girl. But how could that be? This is the men’s restroom. I … Continue reading