So I have experienced periods of pre-occupation when I am paying absolutely no attention to my surroundings or the people around me. When I got to Seattle, I really had to use the restroom. And I was also going through that stress that airports seem to bring on: where's my terminal, will I get through security OK, where the heck is Air France (it's actually under Delta - but who knew?).
So on my way up the stairs, I saw to my great relief, a restroom. It was near the 00 doors at the newer end of the terminal. I raced in and was surprised that there were no urinals, just a vast row of cubicles. Hmmm.... Must be a new style of restrooms!
OR... Yikes, I'm in the Women's... I got out just as a lady was walking in. I just strolled out as if this were the most common occurence - no big deal.
Anyhow, I'm at Charles de Gaulle airport in France. The 10-hour flight actually seemed to go pretty quickly. Now, I'm waiting a few hours to go to Yerevan.
More to follow.
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