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Saved by the Urinal 1

{Been a while since I’ve posted a random useless thought}

Have you ever had a few drinks at a bar and then upon entering the washroom you seriously question whether you entered the right room or not? This happens to me once in a while. I’ve already entered the washroom and it’s too late to turn around and go back outside to confirm I entered the Gentlemen’s room.

My biggest fear at that moment is that I’m going to make some girl with her panties around her ankles scream at the top of her lungs. But then I walk around the corner and I see the greatest site on earth; the urinal. The urinal has saved me from my imminent embarrassment.

Sometimes that little stick figure on the door can look like a man or a woman after a few drinks. The one wearing the dress outside of the Ladies washroom reminds me a bit of Rosie O’Donnell. I’m not quite sure why that is. It’s funny, if you have a couple shots at the bar you can even make that stick figure dance. She shakes her hips slowly back and forth. Try it next time; it really works.

The one time I actually did walk into the Ladies room was a time that I wasn’t expecting it. I had questioned to myself the lack of urinals before it actually clicked in that I had walked into the Ladies room. I’m thinking to myself, “why on earth would they have a Men’s washroom without any urinals??? That makes no sense at all!” And then it hit me.

Oh, and it also might have clicked in when a girl exited the stall and saw me standing there with a beat-red face.

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  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591 Crankyputz

    lol….i’m always walking into men’s washrooms accidentally, but then I always seem to send a few minutes in astonishment, starring at the urinals…