As promised last week, here's the second brief entry in what I hope will grow into a series of 'some of the weird things which have happened to/around me on my travels'...
This one was on a business trip to Dusseldorf with a colleague - so let's call him "Col" for short. We arrived at Dusseldorf airport and Col, who was a smoker then, suggested we pause for a few minutes so he could top up on nicotine. While he was doing that, I took the opportunity to answer the call of nature. A few minutes later he said he'd do the same, and set off. It didn't really register that he happened to have gone in the opposite direction to the one I had taken a few minutes earlier.
Time passed, and in due course he came back, looking slightly flustered.
It emerged that he had walked for some time without finding a Gents, and after a few hundred yards of airport corrridor, had decided to use the Disabled toilets which happened to be the first ones he found. These had some kind of proximity badge-lock and no door-handle, but a firm shove on the door was apparently enough to engage a motorised opening mechanism, and in he went. The door closed itself slowly behind him.
Unfortunately, a couple of minutes later a second traveller went through exactly the same process, came to the same door and gave it the same firm shove... whereupon the door whirred very slowly open, revealing Col enthroned. A controlled delay, and the door whirred very slowly shut again, leaving two travellers separated by a door but joined by a feeling of some embarrassment.
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