Nope, he wasn't selling insurance.
Nope, he didn't speak with a charming British accent.
He (she?) was just hanging out, between my migraine meds and my perfume.... looking up and me and blinking.... (blink, blink, blink).
I blinked back (blink, blink, blink).
I think both of us were absolutely shocked to see the other one there. :-)
I'm a "live-and-let-live" kind of girl so I did the reasonable thing (shrieked for my husband, who promptly came upstairs with a tupperware container) and we coaxed the wayward reptile into the container.... took him out into the backyard.... shook his little hand, wished him well, and set him loose.
Still wondering how the heck he wound up in my upstairs bathroom. (And did he bring any friends???)