The building in which we are meeting is a massive behemoth that takes up an entire city block and is a maze of hallways intersecting the original (which was basically your standard concrete bunker type office building) and the newer additions.
The women’s bathroom nearest our meeting room is a tiny little thing that was clearly designed long before ADA was a twinkle in anyone’s eye. They have inserted one of those privacy panels so that when you walk in the door, it blocks the view of the rest of the bathroom, and you have to maneuver around the panel in order to get to the main part of the space.
Why am I telling you this? Because as I was drying my hands and turning towards the door, I was a bit startled to see a man’s face staring back at me.
Turns out there’s a floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite the privacy panel, so one can check one’s appearance as one is walking out the door. And on the privacy panel itself there is a large poster, advertising some kind of program available for sign-up, that happens to have a life-sized face on it. Right at eye level. Reflected in the mirror I hadn’t noticed before.
‘Tis the season for Holidailies.