Jump to content
The Dogmother

The 'Rest' Room

Recommended Posts

This'll make you laugh:

 

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter. The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there were one, but there isn't - so you carefully but quickly drape it around your neck, yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance." In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance." To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail. Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose that somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. ( Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this." As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"

 

. ..This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restroom (rest??? You've got to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

we have new public loos in Chichester.

 

There are a variety of cubicles - men only, men and women, baby changing facilities, disabled .................

 

After standing for ages trying to decipher the pictures on each door and pushing your way through the heaviest doors in the land, you are greeted by a fully automated stainless steel environment and the anxious thought that you hope that the door locks properly as they open straight onto the street :shock::shock:

 

..........and there is a very good reason why for centuries men and women have never shared a public loo

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Rang lots of bells, Claret!

 

Like the time I visited some posh and quite busy exhibition at the Royal Academy, and realised on my way out that I had toilet paper hanging out of the back of my trousers! It was the seat-protecting pair of sheets from my pre-exhibition wee!

 

I do remember seeing a website somewhere detailing how women can pee standing up. I did try it, but never quite got the hang of it! Will see if I can find it again and maybe someone else can perfect it!!

Link to comment
Share on other sites

personally, I think we should be teaching men that they can sit down to pee :roll:

 

Phil has to sit down to wee in my house - this is a female house (well apart from Biscuit), and i have made it plain that if I find the seat up, then the next time it will come down on his..... :shock: He says that sitting down is more comfortable anyway. Apparently one of the Scandinavian countries promotes it for hygiene reasons.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

When I moved in to this house, the previous occupants had laid a beige shagpile carpet in the bathroom, and they had two small boys :shock: You can imagine the mess around the loo - it really stank - I heaved up the carpet, lobbed it in the skip and disinfected the lot!

 

Ditto when we moved in here Claret - the carpets were mostly all vile!

 

A

xx

Link to comment
Share on other sites

:vom::vom::vom::vom::vom:

 

EXACTLY the reason for training the wee chaps to, well, wee sitting down. Never mind the Health Visitors advice of putting ping pong balls in the loo for them to improve their aim(!), I'd rather not take the risk!

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Join the conversation

You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.

Guest
Reply to this topic...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.




×
×
  • Create New...