Conquering UK: Becoming Gay Along the Way

We left Liverpool while it was still dark and made our way to Edinburgh, Scotland. After a few hours on the road, my nerves summoned for coffee so I suggested that we stop at a service center where we can have some breakfast. It was around 4 degrees outside but I was comfortably warm in my brother's thick winter jacket, my sister-in law's gloves and the winter hat with ear flaps that I bought the day before. I did look like a prisoner from the soviet concentration camp Gulag!
    

Driving with TomTom

 

All bundled up...

After finishing our breakfast, we took turns going to the CR. I asked my brother where the CR was and he pointed to an area at the end of the dining hall. Before entering, I greeted the cleaning lady who seemed to look quizzically at me but I dismissed the look as early morning blues. I automatically made my way to the cubicles and all were locked except for the last one.  The bowl had brown splatters inside, obviously products of human digestion. Repulsive, but my bladder needed relief. I could hear moans in the next cubicle and I realized there is a universal language for constipation.

When I got out of my cubicle, I was struck by the scene of men, in line, peeing at the urinals on the wall!  Then it dawned on me! I was in the Men's Room!  I hurriedly made my way out and for the first time, noticed the male sign hanged at the entrance.
My brother jeered at me when I got back to our table. He saw me come out of the Men 's Room! What a blunder! But I wondered why the cleaning lady did not stop me when she knew I was getting inside the male CR!
Then I remembered I was all bundled up...jeans, boots, hat, coat and gloves and even though I was wearing eye make-up, she probably thought I was gay and gender sensitivity likely kept her from making any comments!                                

My Bro and I: His coat felt like a comforter wrapped around me