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For the Ladies..

22 Jan

I found this somewhere and thought i’d share it…for those who havn’t received it yet…..

When you have to visit a public toilet, 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 cubicle doors. Every cubicle is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!

The dispenser for the modern ‘seat covers’ (invented by someone’s Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ‘ The Stance.

In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You’d love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, 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.

In your mind, you can hear your mother’s voice saying, ‘Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!’ Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday – the one that’s still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It’s still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn’t work.

The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag 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, while losing your footing altogether and sliding 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.

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you’re certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, ‘You just don’t KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.

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 against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this 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 sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can’t figure out how to operate the taps 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 toilet. Annoyed, he asks, ‘What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck?

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public rest rooms/toilets (rest??? you’ve GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex/Rose under the door.

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Posted by on January 22, 2009 in Life

 

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17 responses to “For the Ladies..

  1. Princess

    January 22, 2009 at 5:09 am

    socksies!

     
  2. Princess

    January 22, 2009 at 5:12 am

    So embarassingly true. LOL

     
  3. Nev

    January 22, 2009 at 5:32 am

    No, I did not read…

     
  4. Mr. B2B...

    January 22, 2009 at 6:31 am

    Man,
    the drama that you go through

    who er designs these things…
    Must be a dude!!

     
  5. Emi's

    January 22, 2009 at 6:54 am

    Is this what happens? It’s real shit…Bambi I feel sorry for you gals.
    What about all those pictures in the bathroom?

     
  6. The Emrys

    January 22, 2009 at 7:33 am

    no comment except to let you know that i have no comment.

    tho i figure if all else jams, you could wipe using your panties, i mean its yo bum, yo pee and definitely yo panties 😀

     
  7. therisingpage

    January 22, 2009 at 7:45 am

    @Princess, the agony i tell you…and they wonder why we carry big bags..You got to mug ur own rose/eurosilk

    @ Emi, Nev, Emrys: Men!!! didn’t you read the title 😀

    @ Emrys, and after that what happens? You drop your panties in the trash? Then…

     
  8. the antipop

    January 22, 2009 at 9:07 am

    this is sooooooooo possibly true. atleast some parts of it!

     
  9. therisingpage

    January 22, 2009 at 9:47 am

    @ B2B: So true…must be a guy

    @ AntiP: lol

     
  10. Val

    January 22, 2009 at 5:29 pm

    Public bathrooms….iickkk!!! A necessary evil!!!

    Seriously if there was a way of avoiding these things…(mebe never leaving the house) I would never use them…

    lmao @ the stance…its true…do otherwise and mama would be so horrified!!!

     
  11. scotchie

    January 22, 2009 at 6:35 pm

    amusing and true!!
    and then the comments,gosh, panties? Really?!!! LOL!!!

     
  12. Nev

    January 23, 2009 at 6:10 am

    but I did not read…honest

     
  13. petesmama

    January 23, 2009 at 7:17 am

    Tres disgusting! Here’s a tip: when the ladies is full, go to the gents. I do it all the time. Less drama.

     
  14. tumwijuke

    January 23, 2009 at 9:48 am

    Why?

     
  15. lulu

    January 24, 2009 at 5:07 am

    oh loooooooorrrrrd! this is so…somewhat true, the shaking and stff! goodness!

     
  16. lIZ

    January 24, 2009 at 10:14 am

    heee…had me shaking in laughter

     
  17. Apr9

    January 25, 2009 at 7:50 pm

    Experienced the thighs shakin nearly giving way but thank God i always ve wipes……this is so on point.

    Am proud to be a woman…..

     

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