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Wednesday, March 13, 2002
On various occasions, I've seen women exiting a Men's Room with a sheepish grin (that damn cute smile that always gets them off the hook -- it's like that look a pet gives you when it knows it's in trouble and it pulls that "how could you be angry at me? I'm so cute!" look -- but I digress) and explain it by saying that the line for the Ladies' Room was a bit too long and they just had to go.

Personally, I have no problems with a woman using a men's room. I just can't see why women would want to use a men's room.

Let's be frank. Women's bathrooms are usually much cleaner than men's. Men sometimes have aiming troubles, especially when we're chemically enhanced. And it's also a well-known fact that men don't put the seat up or down that often -- I'm sure all the women out there have stories of their boyfriends and the troubles of trying to break him of the habit of leaving the seat up. Quite frankly, the thought of sitting down on a disgusting toilet is pretty repellant to me. That's why I avoid public restrooms. I'll do Number One because I can just unzip and let 'er rip, but I just can't handle Number Two in public. I'll wait until I get to a minorly "trustworthy" toilet. No sitting down for me.

Dear Lord, I sound like a "Seinfeld" episode just waiting to happen.
Posted by Keith @ 12:56 AM ·
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