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  • After about three years on the job at Citibank, I was promoted to Assistant Cashier myself. I was so proud as that moment, barely ten years after my arrival to the United States, an officer of the bank, business cards and all!

    There were benefits to being an officer, among them that you were entitled to eat lunch at the “Junior Officers Dining Room”, and served a very nice meal, on the house.

    I had had lunch there a few times when, one day, lo and behold, I had to go to the bathroom. When I asked the maitre d’ where the ladies room was, he told me that there was none in the Junior Officers Dining Room, and that I had to go out and walk clear across the cafeteria to find one. The affront! Me, with my brand new brass name plate on my desk, there was no way I was going to walk across the old cafeteria to do my thing!

    To the surprise of the maitre, I coolly went into the men’s room. Inside, I noticed there was a sink and a urinal -- I have to admit that was the first time in my life I had seen a urinal and was not really sure of its purpose -- and also a booth.

    I went into the booth. Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door open. Gasp! I had forgotten to lock the main door. What to do? I carefully raised my legs up, so that whoever had entered would not see my high heel shoes, and waited. I figured I’d tire him out. Instead, all of a sudden I heard the usual sounds one would hear from the use of a urinal, followed by a quick flush and an even quicker exit.

    Cool as a cucumber, I went out, locked the door, washed my hands, and walked out of the Men’s Room of the Junior Officers Dining Room.

    Some time later, they changed the plate on the door to read: REST ROOM.

    Many years later, I met a young lady at a meeting, who told me, with admiring eyes: “You are the woman who broke the sex barrier at the Men’s Room in Citibank!"

    :)



    Después de unos tres años en Citibank, me promovieron a Assitant Cashier. Fué uno de mis momentos mas orgullosos, ¡sólo diez años depués de mi llegada a Estados Unidos, yo, oficial de un banco, con tarjetas y todo!

    Los oficiales disfrutaban de beneficios, entre otros que podíamos comer en el comedor de los “Junior Officers”. Allí, te servían una buena comida, todo gratis.

    Ya había comido allí varias veces cuando un día sentí la necesidad de ir al baño. Cuando le pregunté al maitre adónde estaba el baño de mujeres, me respondió que ahí no había, y que tenía que salir y recorrerme toda la cafetería para encontrar el baño de mujeres. !El coraje! Yo, con una placa de bronze sobre mi escritorio, no iba a caminar por toda la cafetería para usar el baño.

    Sorprendiendo al maitre, me metí en el baño de hombres, así nomás. Al entrar, ví una pileta, un urinario -- tengo que admitir que hasta ese momento nunca había visto uno -- y por suerte un cuartito de baño.

    Entré en el cuartito. De repente, sentí que la puerta principal se abría. ¡Dios mío, me había olvidado de cerrarla¡ Cuidadosamente, levanté los pies para que no se vean mis zapatos de taco, y me quedé muy tranquila, esperando cansar al tipo. Pero ¡no! Sentí los ruidos normales de un urinario, que alguien tiraba la cadena, y salía.

    Esperé un momento y salí, cerrando la puerta principal. Me lavé las manos, y muy horonda, salí tranquilamente del Baño de Hombres del Junior Officers Dining Room de Citibank.

    Poco tiempo depués, cambiaron la placa de la puerta a: WC

    Muchos años más tarde me encontré con una chica mucho más joven que yo en una reuniíon , y ella, con gran admiración, me dijo: "¡ vos sos la mujer que rompió la barrera del sexo en el baño de hombres de Citibank!"

    :)
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