The ladies room

[Elaine]

YOU JUST HAVE TO READ THIS….IT HAD ME IN STITCHES

THE LADIES ROOM -- THIS IS SO TRUE!

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 wait has
been so long you are about to wet your pants! 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 was one, but
there isn't--so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck,
(Mom would turn over inher grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down
your pants and assume "TheStance."

In this position your ageing, 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
discoverto be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear
your mother's voice saying, "Honey, 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 purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now
you have to hold up, trying not to strangle yourself at the same time).
That would have to do. 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 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 slidedown 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
formon the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper- not
that therewas 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 that sprays a fine mist of water that
covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush
somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the
empty toilet paper dispenser forfear 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 gum wrapper you found in your pocket
and then slinkout 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
NEEDEDit??) 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 public restrooms
(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 questions 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!

This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so
accurately!

[dandysmom]

My sides hurt from laughing... been there, done that...

[Erin]

good one Elaine

[Mags]

Brilliant Elaine.......I can relate to that!!

[alexgirl73]

ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!! That is soooooooo funny (and true)

[Fran]

Brilliant!!!

[mable1718]

brilliant!!!!!!!!!

[Animagus]

hahahahahah love it sooooo true

[Jac]

Love it. Think wev'e all been in that loo!