Over the years, I have usually managed to decode the cute, but confusing
gender signs sometimes put on restaurants’ restroom doors. But every so
often, I get stumped.
I was in the Hilton in Houston last week and wandered off in search of the
men’s room and found myself confronted by two marked doors. One was labeled
“Bronco” and the other was designated “Cactus.”
Completely baffled, I stopped a waiter in the hall. “Excuse me. I need to
use the restroom.” Gesturing toward the doors, I said, “Which one should I
use?”
“Actually, we would prefer you to go there,” the waiter said, pointing to a
door down the hall marked ‘Men’. “Bronco and Cactus,” he explained, “are
private meeting rooms.”
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Dr Bob Griffin
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