
family restaurant bathrooms
My recent experience: a restroom with two stalls (one for women, the other for men) and one shared sink. I approached the sink to wash my hands prior to my meal, and a man followed a few seconds later. As I washed my hands, he wanted to come inside the room, leaving me a very tight space to exit, which would have inevitably provoked the physical contact of my breast or rear rubbing against him, depending on my choice. I stood there looking at him. He played the stupid "what