With some colleagues. Everybody was a guy. It was a typical after-the-conference meet-up with typical talk about sports and whatever.

Until one guy just had to say: “Not to get political, but – what IS it with this bathroom stuff?”

What was with all those trans types? Why can’t they just shut up about the bathrooms? What was their problem? What happened to the good old days when everybody just went to the bathroom where they belonged? What was with everyone, anyway?

My friend said nothing at first. He just thought: This guy is about to get really angry or really embarrassed. Or both. And I can’t do a thing about it.

Then my friend said:  “Well, I’ve got a trans son. He hasn’t been able to use a public restroom since sixth grade. And that’s difficult, holding it all day. When he’s away from our house, he needs to pee.

“That’s all it is. They just want to pee.”

Cue awkward silence for five seconds. Bathroom Guy whipped out his smartphone.

“Hey! Take a look at those thunderstorms over Dallas, wouldya?”