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Elaborated Bathroom Story with Mimi
me: I went out once to go push the door and then looked under and I didn’t see a light and I was really confused so i went back into the room and then I said “the bathroom is being used” and then I waited for like five minutes and went back out and I tried again, this time, more forcefully (I’ve had an experience when I just didn’t push the door hard enough and I was waiting outside, thinking it was a one stall bathroom… but it was really a multiple stall… and I just couldn’t open the door. I must have looked really ridiculous just standing out there waiting) but anyway, it didn’t open and I went back to the room and Brian was like “is the light on?”
“I dunno… I couldn’t’ see anything…”
“did you try knocking?”
“No… I didn’t want to rush them…”
and then he goes and tries
and he comes back and he says “I don’t know what you’re talking about Amy… the door was wide open”
“oh……. OH NO!! I think I was pushing on the wrong door!!!”
“oh man, some little kid in there must be so scared…”

there you have it, the full details

It’s around 11:30PM on clear night in Munich. Brian and I are sitting in the lobby of Hotel Jedderman next to windows with a clear view from the street, using the free internet station. We received an email from Stanford saying that we could order our cap and gowns, but we needed to measure our head to get our cap size. Luckily, I had remembered to bring a tape measurer, exactly for this occasion. So Brian is helping me measure my head (an inch above the ears!) when two ladies walk into the lobby from the street. After Brian finished his measurement and I looked up, I saw the two ladies, standing over Brian’s shoulder, staring at us and the computer, looking confused and amused at the same time. I stared at them and they stared at me, Brian was somewhere in the middle. Then the ladies started laughing and I started laughing. I knew that they had thought what we were doing was the most bizarre thing they had seen all night, and I knew I had to explain it to them or I would never be able to live it down, so I said, “Sprechen sie Englisch?” (Do you speak English?) to which she nodded, and I explained “I’m trying to order a hat, so I have to measure my head!” and she said “Ohhhhh” and then babbled a lot about what she thought we might have been doing, which included, “Maybe you were measuring your brain?”