The one thing in short supply at this conference is a men’s room. Or more accurately a men’s room that I’m allowed to use.
Leaving a big session I find the closest restroom. Arg. The men’s room signs are taped over with a women’s room sign.
I keep hiking. 100 yards later, the same result. I try another floor. Same result. I go around the corner. Finally.
I guess I should just treat this as a learning exercise, about what it’s like to be a stranger in a strange land.