A double take at the bathroom decision. So where do I pee?
My friend’s son came back from the trip to the restroom puzzled.
I don’t know where to go. I don’t know which door to open. — 9-year old confused with lack of clarity on bathroom doors.
Granted, it wasn’t exactly a family restaurant, it was more a bar and later turned into a nightclub. But it took some, ahem, I’ll just say guts to designate the gender of the bathrooms without any words but just symbols.
Sure, we’ve seen the little boy peeing into a pot and the little girl sitting on that same pot. Or maybe the cowboy and cowgirl. Stick figures. Other languages. But it’s usually pretty obvious.
There’s probably a collection somewhere with signs on bathrooms. I think this one would rank pretty high in the popularity rankings.