For the ladies 

When you have to visit a public loo there is invariably a line of women, you smile politely and take your place, it finally gets to your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every one is occupied. but eventually a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking the woman down. 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" is handy, but empty. You would hang your handbag on a door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, yank down your pants, and assume "The Position." 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 Position". To take your mind off your trembling thighs for a moment, you reach for horror of horrors an empty toilet paper dispenser. Your thighs start to shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your handbag which is now burning your neck & shoulders with the weight. So you contort your arm into a very unnatural position and start to fumble around in the deep dark depths of your handbag for that small crumpled 'used' tissue no bigger than your thumbnail. Someone pushes your door and because the latch doesn't work it hits your head which is bent over from holding the hanging handbag, and you start to topple backward. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door and drop the precious, tiny, crumpled tissue you had only just retrieved with your index finger into an unknown puddle on the floor.......if that isn't enough you lose your balance altogether and gravity pulls you down .......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 & life form that lives on the uncovered seat. 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 into the bowl which sprays a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs along with the various life forms, and down into your dishevelled pants which have now dropped down to your ankles. 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. 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 yourself with a piece of gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucet, so you run your hands underneath it grateful for the 2 drops there, then around the basin itself. You go to the towel dispenser past the line of women still waiting, where of course there are no paper towels so you move over to the hand blower, which, yes you've guessed it, also doesn't work. You are no longer able to smile politely to the women, but there is an unspoken understanding between you all. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you have a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plonk 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. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your handbag hanging around your neck?" This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with public loo's. It also finally explains to the men what really does take us so long and also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the loo in pairs. It's so the other one can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you, Kleenex under the door!                                                                                                                                                                              

pmsl Andy .... incredible insight!   Can you turn the horrors of French squat bogs for ladies into an amusing little homily?                                                                                                                                                                             

Just love the bit about being hit on the head by the door, all so true lol                                                                                                                                                                             

Hahahahaha, so true !!
                                                                                                                                                                             

LOL Jesus that's very accurate !!!                                                                                                                                                                             

At last............ the mystery of the ladies loo's is made public .....                                                                                                                                                                             

all men should read this and then they will understand the stresses us women have to go through just to have a pee!! (checks all pockets, and bags to ensure a good supply of loo roll is in place!!!)
                                                                                                                                                                             

Hahahaha....brilliant!   You have certainly done your research!  All that hanging around the ladies loos has paid off!
Tell me... were you dressed as a  woman standing in the corner with an assortment of 'things' like hairspray, £1 a squirt.. deodorant, about the same... then there's a 'go with a hairbrush', squirt of cheap perfume, etc, etc....                                                                                                                                                                             

Could I just point out I was on JP's laptop when I posted the comment earlier about being hit on the head by the door!  Whoops                                                                                                                                                                             

So that's who the strange looking woman in need of a bit of waxing round the chin area was.... hmmmm