Where are the bathrooms?? A tale of Springfield, hasidic jews, urinals, and a dirty look

It all started on a field trip to New Salem (hometown of Lincoln). As we were getting out, unseen by us, so were a group of hasidic Jews. If you don't know what I'm talking about here is a picture;



One other thing you should know is that the whole place, New Salem that is, has actors all around pretending they live in that time. So we were all walkin' around the village talking to the actors and I go up to what I think is suppose to be a colonial woman and ask "Hey, you work here! So, I was wondering if you knew how to get the old woodworking shop and if there's a mens room around there. She looked at me all strange and said "Mens room?" I thought she was just sticking to her acting thing pretending she didn't know what mens rooms are so I decided I'd play along with her and said "You know, like sinks I think you call them? They have little moons on the door? She kept on staring at me and I said, starting to get a bit frustrated with her "act" and said "Toilets? Urinals? a sign with a blue man on it? And thats when I realized it there was a group of similarly dressed men and women, the men with these ginormo beards, and I realized she was no actor. I especially noticed a blond bearded man who I assume was the woman's husband giving me a look that said; I spend my days cutting wood and working, so I could take you anywhere anytime, kid."I just said "uhh... sorry," I said sorry the canadian way (suery) so that they would possibly take pity on someone who isn't from here. I don't think it worked. As we were boarding the bus to go home, I saw the hacidic jews one more time, and maybe it was just my imagination, but I think they were all glaring at me.