DEAR MISS MANNERS: A car wash I patronize has two single-occupant washrooms, one labeled “Men,” the other “Ladies.” I had availed myself of the men’s room, and as I was closing the door, someone ...

Miss Manners asks, "Why is it that your friends are dictating what time they show up at your house in the first place?" ...

The woman stood at the toilet, partly facing me, smiling, then dropped her slacks and underwear, giving me a view.