So...after running cables, some coated with rat droppings, I rushed into a rest room to wash my hands. Shame I didn't have to pee, too - then I might have noticed I wasn't in the men's room....
Hahahaha
if you ran into a woman in there they would agree with the level of urgency
In all honesty, it was when a woman emerged from one of the stalls that I realized I was in the wrong room
WrongWright
says
At that point, you give her the International distress password code for male occupation of the Women's bathroom: Rat droppings.
LOL
exactly all is exonerated when rat droppings are involved. ..