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Skriven 2006-07-26 16:08:00 av Greg Sears
     Kommentar till en text av Dave Coble
Ärende: Women?
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G-day Mate,

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 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 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."

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."

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. 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 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
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'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 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 restroom
(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 question 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.



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