I Am Pissing Sarcasm

(I work in an old restored theater which has been turned into a multi-level concert and entertainment complex. One of my jobs is to stand and direct people to various venue events, concessions, or the restrooms. I wear a distinct uniform and ID badge at all times. One evening I am directing hall traffic, standing directly beneath the sign for the restrooms. The sign for the restrooms is made of brass letters, approximately one foot tall by eight feet long, and the doors to the men’s and women’s are directly under it.)

Patron: “Do you work here?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, can I help you?”

(The uniform didn’t give it away?)

Patron: “Do you have restrooms?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, we do.”

(You are looking right at the darn sign and the doors.)

Patron: “Do you know where they are?”

Me: “Oh, gosh, I’ve only worked here a couple of years and I’ve yet to find them. I just use the bushes out at the side of the building.”

Patron: *long pause* “Oh, okay. So which door do I go out of?”

Me: *facepalm*