July 23, 2010

Friday Funny

The first three days of work are behind me.
So far so good. I'm exhausted though. Crazy. Is it possible to be THIS exhausted?! Really?
I wanted to nap, but nope...decided to catch up on Pretty Little Liars, read blogs and enjoy the current moment. It's about the little things in life. Right?! As silly and as unimportant they may be, the little things are important. I know that; and I won't forget that. :)

Happy Friday everyone!

Wait, no, I wanted to post something...
...so it is Friday and this normally means two things: Fill in the blank, and Friday Funny. Sometimes I can do both, sometimes not. Sometimes not even both. But today...it's one of the...which one?! ha!

Keeping Up With Kelly & Co

 There are two things...
...one...this cute guy decided to join us on this planet... :)  Welcome!! So happy for Jess and her family.

...two...an email I got last week but totally forgot to share it earlier...re-read it again and it made me smile. A lot. Besides, every time I use the bathroom this story pops up in my head. Wonder why. ;)

Why women go to the toilet in pairs...

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 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.."
In this position your aging, toneless (God I should have gone to the gym!!!) 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. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck that, now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That will 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, 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 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.

At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat.

You're e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d.

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 shut, hang onto your purse, and hand you Kleenex under the door!*

now that's a nice one! ;)
I wouldn't post something without a picture from we ♥ it! ;)

Hop on onver to Kelly's blog if you want to join the fun!

Now, happy Friday everyone.

♥ Selma ♥


Kelly said...

Bahahahahahaha!! Looove the toilet joke... wouldn't be that funny if it wasn't soo true :-) Hope you're doing well--hang in there, Selma!

Kristin said...

Dudes have no idea how easy they have it!

Katie said...


Krysten @ After 'I Do' said...

Haha, love this!

Marcie said...

Hilarious! I love your funny friday! And that pink bathroom is awesome.

Love your blog! I can't wait to read more.

xo Marcie


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