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A laugh a day keeps the doctor away

and keeps you young. I had this sent to me and just had to share. love and hugsxxx

Women will understand, Men are going to learn something.

When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely & take your place.
Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors.
Every cubicle is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle.
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 Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty.
You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ’ The Stance.
In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You’d love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, 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, ‘Dear, 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 bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time).
That would have to do, so 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 bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag 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, while losing your footing altogether and sliding 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 and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes.
The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and 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 sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can’t figure out how to operate the taps 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 toilet.
Annoyed, he asks, ‘What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck?
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public rest rooms/toilets (rest??? you’ve GOT to be kidding!!).
It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs.
It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex under the door.
This HAD to be written by a woman!
No one else could describe it so accurately.

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Comments

  • Michael Oubridge
    Michael Oubridgealmost 6 years ago

    LOL Brilliant Hilary, but you must consider this fact, when men leave the toilet seat up at least the water and unmentionables can run off so the seat is a little drier should anyone wish to sit :)

  • Valerie Anne Kelly
    Valerie Anne K...almost 6 years ago

    ROFL !! tears rolling down my face ….crackin’ up here this is just brilliant hun lol! ;} happy hippy hugglez

  • Dawn B Davies-McIninch
    Dawn B Davies-...almost 6 years ago

    love this hilary heeh dawnx

  • Marilyn Harris
    Marilyn Harrisalmost 6 years ago

    lol!! Good one Hilary!! x :o)

  • ajax
    ajaxalmost 6 years ago

    That’s so hilarious,hgs

  • sandraellen
    sandraellenalmost 6 years ago

    wonderful Hilary…sandra :)))

  • AmandaGWright
    AmandaGWrightalmost 6 years ago

    Oh MY! Thanks for the laugh! Hugz!

  • George Swann
    George Swannalmost 6 years ago

    Brilliant Hilary…I am so glad I was born a man!!

  • carlosramos
    carlosramosalmost 6 years ago

    Good one Hilary ! :o)

  • Lisa Taylor
    Lisa Tayloralmost 6 years ago

    Oh my sides!!!!! I can’t stop laughing!!! This is sooooo funny and what makes it so funny is it is soooo true!!! Men have it WAY too easy!! Thank you thank you for such a wonderful way to wake up this morning!!!

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