A few months ago I met a friend in Conway for lunch at Panera Bread. I had shoe shopped before I met her and I went to the restroom to wash my hands before I ate. When I opened the door to the restroom a man was washing his hands. Oh my gosh! I thought I went in the wrong room! I just stepped back and let the door close. I looked at the sign and realized he was in the wrong room!
This man was a thin guy with a beard and mustache. The bathroom was a two-stall with just one sink. It's pretty small. I think the guy accidentally went in the wrong room, but I wasn't going to tell him! I stepped back in the hallway until he exited and then went in.
I wasn't comfortable sharing the bathroom with a man, and I was just wanting to wash my hands. I certainly wasn't going to take care of any other business in there!
Because we don't have a Target in my hometown, I've always loved going to them in any city I'm in to find new and unusual things. I love their party gear, their home decor and their toys at Christmas. I almost always visit the restroom when I'm shopping. I am not going to be able to do that anymore. I can't risk not being able to go to the bathroom or worrying in the bathroom about a man being in there. It's a modesty thing, and it's a comfort thing. Women and girls take care of things in the bathroom that men don't. We do take our little ones in, but mamas and children have been doing that forever. When our little boys become big boys, we stop taking them in with us.
I won't be sending my middle school and teenage girls into the restroom at Target. I won't be taking my little boy into a restroom for fear of having to start conversations he's not ready to handle, and I won't be going there either.
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