This evening a few of us went out to eat. As we walked in the front door the hostess smiled at us, escorting us to a booth that would accommodate our party’s size.
“Excuse me,” I said to her as she was seating us, “which way to the restrooms?”
She looked at me very confused. But, being sure they had some, I deduced what we had was a language barrier.
So, I tried again with a different term. And, briefer. “Bathroom?”
Again, she shook her head indicating she had no clue what I was saying.
Never to be discouraged, and with an audience of many patrons, I said in a baby voice: “Pee pee?”
She instantly smiled, holding back a laugh, and pointed down a hallway. That, she understood.