"Where am I?" I thought to myself. Something was wrong, the room was familiar and yet not. And suddenly it came to me in a panic: I was in the men's room! How had I come in here? I've worked in this building for nearly three years, and yet somehow, when lost in thought, I had gone into the wrong bathroom! And were those large, men's feet I saw in the first stall? Spinning around, I grabbed for the door and peeked outside. Empty. I tried to look non-chalant as I exited the men's room and walked towards the bathroom I thought I knew so well. After all this time, going to the ladies' room should be nearly instinctive. Apparently not. Now I find myself wondering, every time I'm seated on the toilet, if I'm in the right place. I peek through the crack in the door, looking for anything that indicates where I am, but the two rooms look exactly the same! And then I see it and know I'm in the right place. Smiling to myself , I gaze fondly on the tampon machine.