Have you ever wondered WHY women take so long in a public restrooms -

[CHS_CG]

My mother was a fanatic about public restrooms. When I was a little girl, she'd take me into the stall, show me how to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat."

Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat.

That was a long time ago. Now, in my "mature" years, "The Stance" is excruciatingly difficult to maintain.

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 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 sincerely 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...

[stangGirl2007]

Originally posted by CHS_CG

Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat.

I can recall at time during a football game when most of the women had to use the "stance" when there were only women urinals in the bathroom

[Blastoderm55]

How do women get it on the seat? At least us guys have an excuse.

[burnet44]

the "stance" sounds like it would hurt most men
It would me

[pirate4state]

Too funny!! You see this is why we always go in pairs b/c you almost always need someone to hold the door shut and hand you tp under the door stall!!!

[stangGirl2007]

Originally posted by pirate4state
Too funny!! You see this is why we always go in pairs b/c you almost always need someone to hold the door shut and hand you tp under the door stall!!!

That's so true! If anyone ever asks me again why women must travel in pairs to use the restroom.. I will have to give this one

[BTEXDAD]

Originally posted by CHS_CG

Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat.

Men have used the stance for years out in the woods (for number 2, not number 1). Try it after waking up with a hangover.

[pirate4state]

Originally posted by BTEXDAD
Men have used the stance for years out in the woods (for number 2, not number 1). Try it after waking up with a hangover.

OMG! ROFL!

[CHS_CG]

Originally posted by pirate4state
Too funny!! You see this is why we always go in pairs b/c you almost always need someone to hold the door shut and hand you tp under the door stall!!!

there have been many nights where the bar was to full and the girls line was out to the dance floor.. and there were girls goin to the guys bathroom and using the urinals... appently if you tippy toe and over it it works... i would rather hold it myself!

[pirate4state]

Originally posted by CHS_CG
there have been many nights where the bar was to full and the girls line was out to the dance floor.. and there were girls goin to the guys bathroom and using the urinals... appently if you tippy toe and over it it works... i would rather hold it myself!

hahaha invading the "little" boys room is fun, been there - done that lol

[stangGirl2007]

Originally posted by pirate4state
hahaha invading the "little" boys room is fun, been there - done that lol

That's really disturbing!

[pirate4state]

Originally posted by stangGirl2007
That's really disturbing!

hey, when you gotta pee - you gotta pee

[CHS_CG]

see right now when i go out i cant drink alcohol or anything so i pee when i get there and im good till i get home or where i am goin... i have a feeling in 9 days thats gunna change lol

[piratebg]

Originally posted by pirate4state
hahaha invading the "little" boys room is fun, been there - done that lol

Invading the little girls room was just as fun. Good time.

[jason]

Originally posted by CHS_CG
there have been many nights where the bar was to full and the girls line was out to the dance floor.. and there were girls goin to the guys bathroom and using the urinals... appently if you tippy toe and over it it works... i would rather hold it myself!

that happened to some girl-friends of mine when we were at randy rogers...so i led them into the guys bathroom and stood outside the stall why they did their business....we both got some funny looks, and i got some high fives lol....