And there she was. The literal toilet police. She was a stocky woman marking each visitor as they approached the door and, as we passed, she raised a finger of doom and pointed it at me. “NO,” she commanded, then rotated the finger towards the masculine pictogram.
Really? Really?. Since when does any venue have an actual person outside the toilets making sure everyone goes to the right one. I've not seen that in the twenty years I've lived in the UK.
I can maybe believe he was challenged but the whole thing reads like fantasy.