So I was back in Pittsburgh this past weekend (duh). I’m always amazed at how much I never took notice of while I went to school there. Each time I’ve returned to visit after graduation has led to some new discovery or another. Being absent-minded is finally paying off! Ha-HA, take that, teacher in my gifted student program who told my parents I spent too much time daydreaming in class. Yes, I was in a gifted student program. No, I do not want to talk about it.

Anyway, one of our last stops was for a nice caffeine fix. And that’s where Kiva Han came to the rescue. If you’re ever in that area, I totally recommend Kiva Han. I know it’s tempting to pop into the familiar Starbucks right across the street, but trust me, you’ll thank me later.

Plus, they have a purple ceiling. You can’t go wrong with that. This place was one of those hidden gems around campus that I never really appreciated until it was far too late. Like, the last month of senior year too late. Something like that. It was a tragedy. I liked going in to read the signs people would post on the bulletin boards.

Now here is where I tell you that I hate using public bathrooms. I’m sure a lot of you feel the same way. The thought of strange bare butts touching the same toilet as my own is kind of gross. I’m sorry I just gave you that mental image. Sexy, right? Not to mention that I have an irrational fear of being walked in on while I’m doing my thing. I’m paranoid, ok? Anyway, what I’m getting at was that it had been a long day and I had drank a lot of coffee and I needed to pee (again, I apologize for the mental imagery). I was dead set against it until I thought about having to use the bathroom at the airport. Blech! Lesser of two evils, I guess.

Which brings me to the point of this post, which is to say that the bathroom at Kiva Han is crazy y’all!

Here is where I feel awkward admitting that I went downstairs to get my camera and came back to take pictures of it.

I’m a sucker for a good quote.

I felt weird thinking about how many women had sat on that very toilet and scrawled some random thought or doodle on the wall.

It’s still kind of a neat concept though.

At this point, I heard someone running up the stairs outside the bathroom.

And then the most horrifying thing happened. The door knob jiggled. Then it turned. I watched it all happen in slow motion, standing there wondering if the door was actually going to do what I thought it was going to do. And it did — it opened. Some dude was trying to get in, and apparently I had not done a good job of locking the door behind me. Whoops.

So I was caught red-handed in the bathroom, camera in hand. Mighty suspicous-looking.

Thank goodness my bathroom needs had already been taken care of or that dude would be paying my therapy bills right now. One bathroom fear conquered, one still pending! Now that’s progress.