Put A Lid On It. Yes, I had to go there.

There are two stalls in the women's bathroom. I always take the bigger (or 'handicapped') stall. Always. I like the extra room. If I feel the urge to flail before or after buttoning up my business, I want the option, you know?

So two separate times in the last month or so I've gone into MY stall in the afternoon to find the seat up. Not the lid, there is no lid...the toilet seat.

If I went in at 9:00 AM and found this, I wouldn't even question it. It just means I'm the first to visit since the cleaning lady the night before. But it was well beyond that point. There are enough women on the floor that a mid-afternoon raised-lid situation should never occur.

Here's the thing. We do have a transgendered woman on the our floor. But I don't think it's her. I think she's made the commitment to BE a woman, you know? I don't think she'd go there. Or if she did, she'd cover her tracks, so to speak.

So who?

And why?

Why?

Both times, I've walked it and just...not known what to think and/or say. Much like when I see things like this:
Urban Outfitters is trying to sell these by calling them Silence and Noise Harem Pants.

Who?

Why?