The town where I shop is about 40 miles away. I'm old and decrepit and have a 30-minute bladder. The first stop I had to make was at Hobby Lobby, so I hobbled in on my cane and headed to the restroom. It's set up like Home Depot, the restrooms are on the far right wall, WAAAAAAY over there, and halfway down the store. A quarter mile away. Seemed like. Ugh. So I cripped over there as fast as I can hobble, and finally got to the little divided hallway where you go in, and the ladies' is on one side and the men's is on the other. Just like at Home Depot, I turned to the left and went in, hurried to the large stall at the back, and took care of my business. Aaaah, relief! I had made it! Just barely! I came out, went to the sink to wash my hands, then looked up into the big wall mirror facing me. And froze in horror. Because I could see in the reflection, lining the wall behind me, a whole row .... of men's urinals! I was in the men's room!