For all the men who wonder what goes on in women's public washrooms:©JOKEDEMO.COM
My mother was a fanatic about public toilets. As a little girl, she'd bring me in the stall, show me how to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, sit on a public toilet seat." And she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat. By this time, I'd have wet down my leg and we'd go home.©JOKEDEMO.COM
That was a long time ago. Even now in our more mature years, The Stance is excruciatingly difficult to maintain when one's bladder is especially full. When you have to "go" in a public bathroom, you find a line of women that makes you think there's a half-price sale on Mel Gibson's underwear in there. So, you wait and smile politely at all the other ladies, also crossing their legs and smiling politely.©JOKEDEMO.COM
And you finally get closer. You check for feet under the stall doors. Every one is occupied. Finally, a stall door opens and you dash, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter. You hang your purse on the door hook, yank down your pants and assume "The Stance." Relief. More relief. Then your thighs 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 as your thighs experience a quake that would register an eight on the Richter scale. To take your mind off it, you reach for the toilet paper.©JOKEDEMO.COM
The toilet paper dispenser is empty. Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on. It's in your purse. It will have to do. You crumble 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 and your purse whams you in the head.©JOKEDEMO.COM
"Occupied!" you scream as you reach out for the door, dropping your tissue in a puddle and falling backward, directly onto the toilet seat. You get up quickly, but it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with all the germs and life forms on the bare seat because you never laid down toilet paper, not that there was any, even if you had enough time. And your mother would be utterly ashamed of you if she knew. Her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because frankly, "You don't know what kind of diseases you could get."©JOKEDEMO.COM
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, sending up a stream of water akin to a fountain. Then it suddenly sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged to China.©JOKEDEMO.COM
At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the splashing water. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a Chicklet wrapper you found in your pocket, then slink out to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the sinks with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past a line of women, still waiting, cross-legged and unable to smile politely at this point.©JOKEDEMO.COM
One kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you are trailing a piece of toilet paper on your shoe as long as the Mississippi River! You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and say warmly, "Here. You might need this."©JOKEDEMO.COM
At this time, you see your spouse, who has entered, used, exited his bathroom and read a copy of "War and Peace" while waiting for you. "What took you so long?" he asks, annoyed. This is when you smile sweetly, kick him sharply in the shins and go home.©JOKEDEMO.COM
This is dedicated to all women everywhere who have ever had to deal with a public toilet (which is pretty much all of us, isn't it?). And it should finally explain to all you men "what takes us so long."
