The mystery of the long waits in public toilets women men here .... this post is for you too often that you wonder ....:" But why are there so much? " Now, finding myself pregnant, and then to know almost all public toilets in the area (I now my personal rating of + clean, if anyone is interested ...;)), and having found this song from the internet ... not that I could propose it:)))
So the great secret of all women than their bathrooms and that as a child your mother brought you into the bathroom, cleaned his palette, he covered the perimeter with toilet paper and then I explained: "NEVER, NEVER rely on the toilet!" and then they showed the "position" which is to balance the cup to sit by as the body without coming into contact with the palette.
"position" is one of the first lessons of life of a child, a very important and necessary, to accompany us for the rest of life. But still, as adults, "the position" is terribly difficult to maintain when you have a bladder about to explode.
When "you have to go" in a public bathroom, you find yourself with a queue of women that makes you think inside there is Brad Pitt. Then you get good at waiting, waiting, smiling amiably to the other, too, with legs and arms crossed. It 's the official position of "me I'm doing them." Finally it's up to you, but my mother always comes with "the little girl who can not stay longer and take the opportunity to pass along to both!
Then check under doors to see if there are legs. They are all busy.
Finally it opens and you're rushing him to a person who leaves. Enter and you realize that there is the key (no never), never mind ... hang the bag on a hook on the door, and if there is (no never), inspections the area, the floor is filled with liquid is not well defined and do not dare to place it there, so you hang on the neck and is very heavy, it is full of things that we've put in, most of which do not use but hold because you never know.
Returning to the door ... because there's the key, you hold it with one hand while the other will drop his pants and assume "the position" finally ... ... ... AAhhhhhh
At this point, the legs begin to quiver ... because you're floating on air with knees bent, his pants down you block the movement, which is under their arm against the door and a bag of 5 pounds around his neck. Would you like to sit, but have not had time to clean the cup or to cover with paper, inside of you think that nothing happens but your mother's voice echoes in his head: "Do not ever sit on a public toilet!" so stay in the "position", but for a calculation error on a small jet squirts you socks!
You're lucky if you do not get wet shoes. Keep the "position" requires great concentration. To remove from the mind of that trouble, try the toilet paper roll ... oh, well ... Wow! There is none! (Never).
Then pray to heaven that among those 5 pounds of junk you have in stock there is a poor Kleenex, but to try to let go of you door, thought for a moment, but you have no choice. And as soon as you leave the door, and someone pushes you to brake with a jerk, otherwise all you will see semi-sitting in the air with his pants down. NO!
then screams: "O-CCU-PA-tooo !!!", continuing to push the door with his free hand, and at that point by assuming that all those waiting outside had heard and now you can leave the door without fear, no one will dare to open it again (we women in this respect very much) and you try to forgive the Kleenex, would you usarne a couple but you know what may come in handy in cases like these and you'll settle for one, you never know. At this very moment the light turns off automatically, but in a cubicle so minuscolo non sarà tanto difficile trovare l’interruttore!
Riaccendi la luce con la mano del kleenex, perché l’altra sostiene i pantaloni, conti i secondi che ti restano per uscire di lá, sudando perché hai su il cappotto che non avevi dove appendere e perché in questi posti fa sempre un caldo terribile. Senza contare il bernoccolo causato dal colpo di porta, il dolore al collo per la borsa, il sudore che ti scorre sulla fronte, lo schizzo sulle calze… Il ricordo di tua mamma che sarebbe vergognatissima se ti vedesse cosí; perché il suo … Non ha mai toccato la tavolozza di un bagno pubblico, perché davvero "Non sai quante malattie potresti prenderti qui".
Ma non è finita… six exhausted, when you stand you no longer feel my legs, I quickly coating and especially the toilet rolls! If it does not prefer to not go out from that bathroom, what a shame! (And we want to talk about automatic flushing continuously while you start, you are in unstable equilibrium, with a chance of wet ones, and that does not start, however, when you're done and we walk hand in front frantically ?!?!).
finally go to the sink. is full of water and you can not put the bag, I'll hang on to the shoulder, do not understand how the valve with automatic sensors and touch everything until you can finally wash your hands in a position from Hunchback of Notredame not to drop the bag in the sink, the towel is so low that you end up drying your hands in your pants, because they do not want to waste another kleenex for this! Exit
passing by all the other women who are still waiting with his legs crossed and at such moments you can not smile naturally, aware of the fact that you spent an eternity there. You're lucky if you do not go out with a piece of toilet paper stuck to your shoe or even worse, with the zipper down! It happened to me once, and are not the only one I know! Go out and see that your man is already out of the bathroom for a while and he was even time to read War and Peace while waiting for you. "Why you so long? "I asked angrily." There was a lot of tail "you only answer. And this is why we women go to the bathroom in groups, for solidarity, because you take the bag and coat, the 'else do you keep the other door you pass the Kleenex under the door, so it's much easier and faster because you have to concentrate just to keep the "position" ... and the dignity!:)))
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