Womens_toiletI’m not into toilet humour … really! … but I couldn’t resist this one … and my wife says that it’s true.

Women and Public Toilets

When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a queue 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 proceed in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.

You get in to find the door won’t latch.

The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone’s mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your handbag on the door hook, if there were one, but there isn’t – so you carefully, but quickly, drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance." (kangaroo?)

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." The smell coming from the cubicle next to you, is overwhelming!

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 mom’s voice saying, "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 handbag. 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 handbag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your handbag topple backward against the cistern 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 on 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 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 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 are 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.

Now, you wash your hands then try to work the automatic hand dryer that is conveniently "out of order" so you wipe your hands on your jeans and walk past the line of women still waiting.

You are no longer able to smile politely to them. You don’t want to touch the door handle because it has "germs"!

As you exit, you spot your husband, who has long since entered, used and left the men’s toilets. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your handbag hanging around your neck?"

This is dedicated to women everywhere who have to deal with public toilets. 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 public toilets in pairs. It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your handbag and hand you Kleenex under the door!

6 thoughts on “Women and Public Toilets

  1. I am interested as to how MC knew about the handbag around the neck. that sort of info can only be gained by experience lol

  2. That is so funny. Made my day. Been really enjoy reading your blog Mark, the spiritual stuff and the ‘not so spiritual’ stuff.

  3. Sure all those mishaps happen but normally not all at once. Thank God! wonder what happens in the men’s toilet??

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