Questionably Fabulous

One of my best girls told me a very Questionably Fabulous story about herself the other day.  And yes, she is blonde.  I love her, and we all have these moments, but she is a natural toe head. 

She just started a new job and is still getting familiar with the new building.  The bathroom is at the end of a somewhat dark hallway and when she went to use the ladies room she found the door was locked, so she used a different one.  The next time she went to use the bathroom she found the same thing.  Locked.  She thought, “This just cannot be!” and started to feel around the door.  Maybe it wasn’t a push, maybe it’s a pull…  Searching in the near dark, all along the right side of the door, she bent down to try and find the handle.  Clearly they can’t always have this main lavatory locked. 

After a few more futile attempts to get the door to budge my friend marches into the main office with a little attitude.  “Do they just not want me to use the bathroom or what?” She announces to the main secretary. 

Secretary, “What do you mean?”

Friend, “Every time I try to use it, it is locked!”

Secretary, “Really?  I was just in there and it wasn’t locked.  Let me go with you and see.”

They walk over to the door and low and behold the secretary reaches out to the handle on the LEFT side and opens the door like magic.