>I went out for dinner tonight with Husband and a friend from New York who happens to be in SF right now.  At some point during the delightful evening, I excused myself to use the bathroom, where I learned an important lesson: when the little sign on the bathroom door says you must push the button on the handle in to lock the door, it means it.  Sadly, I didn’t notice the sign and only turned the button.  As I was in my usual squatting position peeing, my waiter opened the door.

“Aaaarrrgggghhh!”  I yelled in surprise.  What I should have done next was remain in squat as he shut the door quickly.  Unfortunately, what I did was move toward the door in a blind panic, half hunched over, probably giving him a nice view of the ol’ beaver.  Ooops.