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What Took You So Long Story
Story of the Public Bathroom

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of
women, so you smile politely and take your place. Women's Restroom Shoes 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.'

Toilet Paper 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 Toilet Paper
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

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, Women's Bathroom 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
KNOWwhat 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.

Restroom Lights and Mirror 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 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

This HAD to be written by a woman!

No one else could describe it so accurately!

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