Why Women Take So Long in the Bathroom

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    This is what takes us so long in the bathroom:

    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 in her grave if you put
    it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume
    " The Stance."

    In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles
    begin to shake .You'dlovetositdown,butyou
    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 discover to 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 slide 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 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 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 gum wrapper you
    found in your pocket and then slink out
    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 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 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
    a 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!



    Enjoy
    Last edit by FranEMTnurse on Jul 7, '07 : Reason: Misalignment of the title
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    I've read this before, but it still cracks me up every time. HOW TRUE!!!

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    FANTABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Glad I'm at home with my clean toilet after reading this!!!!!!!!!! can I print this off and hang it in the toilet at work???? Lovin it!!!!!!!!
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    Quote from danissa
    FANTABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Glad I'm at home with my clean toilet after reading this!!!!!!!!!! can I print this off and hang it in the toilet at work???? Lovin it!!!!!!!!
    I give you permission to do whatever you want with it danissa. I just wish more nurses would read it. It would help them relax.
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    Too funny! Reminds me of something that happened recently in a hospital restroom...This was a single restroom with a toilet and sink. No hook for my purse, and the floor was grungy, so I set it on the edge of the sink. No counter, just the skinny sink edge. As soon as I was perched on the potty (just outside arm's reach of the sink), My purse tiped into the sink which had a motion detector faucet!! I couldn't jump mid-tinkle to grab it, so the inside of my purse was 2" deep in water by the time I could snatch it out from under the running faucet. Lost a phone, car-door opener, and several important pieces of paper to that debacle!!
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    Quote from cstwannabe
    too funny! reminds me of something that happened recently in a hospital restroom...this was a single restroom with a toilet and sink. no hook for my purse, and the floor was grungy, so i set it on the edge of the sink. no counter, just the skinny sink edge. as soon as i was perched on the potty (just outside arm's reach of the sink), my purse tiped into the sink which had a motion detector faucet!! i couldn't jump mid-tinkle to grab it, so the inside of my purse was 2" deep in water by the time i could snatch it out from under the running faucet. lost a phone, car-door opener, and several important pieces of paper to that debacle!!
    definitely
    not a funny!!!
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    Absolutely awesome!!!!!! You are my hero Maybe I can use this to explain to my friends my issue with public bathrooms!!!!!
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    Quote from Franemtnurse
    This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately!

    One day a woman had an 11:00am appointment at the gynecologist office. However, at 8:30 that morning she got a call from the doctor's office saying that her appointment had been changed to 9:30.

    Most woman take extra care when they wash up for such an appointment, but not today. She ran into the bathroom, found a washcloth on the sink, and did a quick scrub. She raced over to the office, waited her turn, and was in stirrups when the doctor came in.

    "Wow, we spent extra time to clean up today!" he said. Puzzled, she goes home, and later that day her daughter asks her where her washcloth is. The mother says "Just get another one!"

    The daughter says "No mom you don't understand, that is the one with my face glitter and sparkles in it".
    Last edit by Liddle Noodnik on Jul 8, '07
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    All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of
    easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and
    now...the wax.

    My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix
    dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring
    painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the
    waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.

    So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.

    It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax,
    you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm
    and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else)
    and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be?
    I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to
    figure this out.

    So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each
    other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my
    genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees.
    ("Cold wax," yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin
    around it tight and pull.

    It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can
    do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinair.

    With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the
    kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting
    championship. Using the same procedure as before (hairdryer and all), I apply the one strip to the right side of my bikini line, stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip)

    I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!! And then, I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!

    Then, vision
    returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the
    strip. Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and
    spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...Do I
    hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.

    I hold up the strip. There's no hair on it! Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???

    Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see
    the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax.

    Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet?

    I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.

    I hear the slamming of a cell door. *hoo-hoo*? Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut!

    I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do
    and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop.
    My head may pop off!"

    What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???

    WRONG!!!!!!! I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment. I sit.

    Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued
    together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt
    cold wax.

    So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!!

    God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a
    phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has
    waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a
    very good conversation starter - "So, my butt and who-ha are
    glued together to the bottom of the tub!"

    There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks
    for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. And fails miserably.

    I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.

    While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the
    wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie stuff covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot
    water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.

    My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving
    grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.
    What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and ...


    The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my
    friend. It's sooo painful, I but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!! It works!!"

    I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up.

    I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice
    to my grief and ....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!
    So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts.
    I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

    Next week I'm going to try hair color......Now that's funny ......
    Notttttttttt. Send this on to other ladies who need a good laugh
    Last edit by Liddle Noodnik on Jul 8, '07
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    You have no idea how hard i'm laughing right now!!!! That story about the public bathroom is so true! The only thing they left out if while you're performing a three ring circus act to pee, the little kid in with his mom in the next stall keeps trying to sneak in!! Happens to me EVERY TIME ! Thanks for the awesome laugh!


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