The Walk In

An anonymous reader has mentioned his deep-rooted fear of "the walk in" aka "the unwelcome guest."  I'm sure everyone can identify with this as either or both the "walker" or the "walkee."  And yet, there are degrees.  I've discussed this with H, and we both agree that you're better off being walked in on while going about your business as opposed to attending to the paperwork.  If you walk in during the paperwork, you might as well be Norman Bates in a wig with a butcher knife because the "walkee" is going to be wishing for death just the same. 

I remember walking in on a guy in the bathroom on the Cape May/Lewes Ferry.  I was very young at the time and must have stood there frozen with shock because I distinctly remember him saying "Could you close the door, please?!"  I hid out for the rest of the crossing.  I'm sure my parents wondered about my sudden personality change.  To this day, I KNOW my face is emblazoned on his retinas and if he should ever find me, I'm a dead man.

My brother and sister-in-law's house is particularly susceptible to "the walk in."  The bathroom on the first floor doesn't have a lock and for some reason, no one takes the 3 minute trip to Schwering's Hardware to buy one.  Everyone has walked in on everyone else in a tormenting game of mutual humiliation.  No one is safe.  If you visit their house, you will have to play Restroom Roulette.  To make matters worse, the bathroom is VERY small and so it has a diagonally situated toilet...for optimal viewing.  Once, my nephew, who was probably 3 at the time, walked in on me and left the door open giving me a great view of the dining room...and vice versa.