
The other night my friend Kate and I were at a bar and had to use the restroom, so off we went. This was one of these bars that have bathrooms that are downstairs, around a corner, down a corridor, and good luck finding the thing.
We went downstairs, around the corner, down the corridor, and saw 2 matching doors. We both opened them simultaneously, to find ourselves each in a dark utility closet. We laughed, turned around, and stepped back to get our bearings. We saw another door further down that was indeed a women's restroom.
We opened the door, and just to our right were 2 women leaving. We almost ran into them. Kate and I said, "Oh, excuse me!" Then we realized the women were us. There was a mirror on the wall just to our right as we entered the restroom.
It was a stupid bar anyway.
The art is Paul Gaugin's Two Tahitian Women with Mango Blossoms, 1899.