Rich and I had pie at the local truckstop last night. As we were leaving, I visited the ladies' room. I entered the room, turned right toward the stalls (which were all empty - I could tell because all the doors were open) and then swung left into the first stall.
And, BAM! I jumped out of my skin, clutched my chest and yelled, "Oh! You scared me!"
There, sitting on the toilet was an old native lady wearing a beret, grinning a toothless smile. "Heh, heh, heh," she chortled. "The door swung open on it's own. Heh, heh, heh."
I just stared. Her face looked like those dried apple carvings people make for Halloween. I was so shocked at finding her there, and so puzzled as to why she didn't just reach out 6 inches from her knees and swing the door closed that I just said, "Oh."
I turned away and went into the next stall. The apple-face lady LOUDLY grunted and groaned the whole 30 seconds I was there (I was being quick. I was extremely uncomfortable.).
It was weird.