An old couple came into the Y to renew a membership that had been put on medical hold. She had a walker, squat and wide, and he was hunched and wiry. They smiled wrinkles into their wrinkles. He was very concerned that we have a family restroom. We do.
"I have to help her change," he said.
Elsewhere, without a family restroom, he had to go into the women's to help her change. When the women kicked him out, she had to go into the men's with him.
"I was becoming bisexual," she said, and he laughed.