Dear Lady in the Green Shirt and Khaki Pants,
I am sorry. I really am. You see flying on plane, let alone one of the small buses with wings, makes me very nervous and a little skittish. When I ran into you I had just landed at Cincinnati Airport terminal B and was somewhat shaken up by the slightly rough landing.
I appreciate that you were understanding and that you answered my question honestly when I asked "Where are the urinals?"
You smiled as you looked up from the sink as you fixed your pants and said, "You are in the ladie's room. The urinals are in the men's room."
Again, I am sorry.