Last week, I stood in an airport security line at 5:30 a.m.
The man behind me in the security line was whistling.
It was an act against God, nature and eternal goodness.
Angered and disoriented by this stranger’s perky arrogance, I entered the men’s room. And there, I witnessed a second act against God and nature:
A woman standing in my men’s room.
Short-haired and stocky, she was just androgynous enough for me to question if I’d pegged her sex wrong. Trying not to stare, I made the turn from the sink area to the stalls.
And saw a second woman.
And realized I was standing in the women’s room.
I blame the perky guy.