Thursday, April 11, 2013

A-Z Blog Challenge. J = Just for the girls


I know this is gross but it is oh so true.













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 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.


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. 

You yank the paper from your shoe, plonk 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 toilets. 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 girl can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex under the door.   


Ladies: Is this accurate?

Gentlemen: Now you know what girls go through. 
 

 

12 comments:

  1. Seems about right to me.

    Don't forget the added horors of alfresco camping where Spouse says it's so nice to get back in touch with nature. So you and fifty other couples camp in a field where there's one cold water tap nailed to a gatepost and every morning Spouse joins the merry line up of men peeing into a ditch while the girls nervously queue for space behind the ONE tree that provides good cover and hope they don't tread in the really boggy bit.

    I'm a huge fan of hotels now.

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    1. ewww - the things we have to go through!

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  2. Hahaha. Unfortunately I think it's very accurate! :D

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  3. Haha - funny post. As a man, I always envisioned the ladies loos were palatial, sweet-smelling rose-gardens in comparison with the stench-infested urine flooded male equivalent. Evidently I was wrong!

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    1. Now you know the truth :-)

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  4. Did everyone use Just for the J word. Oh dear you’ve tackled THE subject. Comedians have spoken on the issue to great laughter, but it’s not funny. Sometimes when possible I’ll use the Gents. I always check the tp and carry tissues in purse. Got into the habit traveling in places where there is no tp. Or sometimes have to pay. You write great comedy, but as I said, ain’t funny. And did you forget about the toilets that haven’t been flushed by the previous occupant??

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  5. I never know if the comment went or not as my computer lies

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  6. Very, very funny and so true!!!

    To Elin, I love hotels, too, for the same reason.

    Thanks, Susan, for visiting my blog. Have a great challenge. MM

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  7. Ha! The only thing that makes it worse is when you have to insert a coin to pay for the lovely experience. :)

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    1. Oh that really would be mean...making you pay for it (or if you don't have the change!)

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  8. Exactly! If at all possible, I avoid public restrooms.

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    1. I try to, I try to but it's not easy :-)

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