It’s to this day that Wheatley still never quite understood the concept of there being two different sorts of restrooms. There were the ones with the picture of a geometric human female on the door, the girl’s restroom. Those ones usually smelled smelled nice and there were doors everywhere! And it was so private! There were loads of stalls to just sit down and think in without worry of being interrupted! Then there was the boy’s restroom. Wheatley didn’t like it so much. For one, the number of stalls were dismal!
He is male and did’t think this was fair! Here were his own masculine kind with bladder urges and everything, yet they had to do their business in something that smelled literally like said business! Did nobody ever clean this one? Urinals were weird too, Wheatley thinks. No privacy at all, with those! Of course, he is incapable of using restrooms with their intended purpose. He had simply noticed how strange this was. It was like the bathroom had a whole other culture different from the school itself! He was actually quite curious as to why that was the case.
He approached some poor person washing their hands and tapped their shoulder. “Um. Excuse me. I hope you don’t mind my asking, I can understand that this may not be the best time to ask, I do. But I was, um, wondering if you knew just why the girl’s loo and the boy’s loo were so… different! I mean, they do the exact same thing, don’t they? Take a whizz, flush it down, you’re done! Good on you! Exact same thing! So, why must they look different?” His head was tipped to the side slightly and he looked so genuinely curious to hear what his poor victim had to say, because he was genuinely curious! This was a big deal to him. Humans were weird already, adding restrooms to the mix was almost too much for him to handle.
If Lenora had learned anything since she had arrived at this academy, it was that some, if not most of the students, were very, very odd. More than a handful of students were aliens or inhuman, and some even transcended time and space to attend this school. It only made sense that some of the bunch would have lesser intelligence than the rest.
Lenora could only assume this poor, confused man tapping her on the shoulder and nervously questioning her about restrooms had no idea what a restroom really was. She was thankful she didn’t cry out and smack him right in the face! After all, who wouldn’t be shocked to see a man in a women’s restroom? No good can come of that. Well. No use jumping to conclusions. Let’s see what he has to say for himself, and then set him straight however needed.
“Well honey, the first thing you need to know is the ladies restroom is for ladies only. It’s the same for the men’s restroom. So you shouldn’t be in here. Those are the rules and that’s how it works.” Lenora tried to say as gentle as possible, it was hard to not immediately snap at someone when you’re taught since childhood who belongs in which restrooms and who doesn’t.
“And, well, I can only assume they look different is because men and women have different… needs in the restroom. For their children and feminine needs.” Lenora had taught a lot of people many things in her day, but teaching a grown man the ways of restrooms? This place sure was something. Lenora hoped that would satisfy his curiosity, but this woman didn’t know Wheatley.