Giggling in the men's room

One of the events that let me know that I was no longer in the United States was heading to the restroom at the airport in Haiti. In entering the men's room I had to step around the lady mopping the floor. Without missing a beat, I stepped up to the urinal and took care of business. While standing at the urinal, another cleaning woman stepped into the room, talked to the first woman in the Creole language and they both started laughing while leaning on their mop handles.

I am a man who I would consider is pretty confident in who I am as a male. But I must confess the laughter made me feel just a little self conscious.