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Posted by hades
- June 30, 2006, 11:18:33 PMlol. :-X
Posted by liebe_angel
- June 30, 2006, 07:15:35 PMQuote from: Swámpßàby § on June 30, 2006, 05:25:52 PM
Angel, I'm crying right now and my ribs are killing me from laughing so hard. I snagged this and sent to all my girlfriends. Thanks for posting it.
you're welcome please feel free to snag, It was sent to me in a e-mail lol just had to share
Posted by Swámpßàby §
- June 30, 2006, 05:25:52 PMAngel, I'm crying right now and my ribs are killing me from laughing so hard. I snagged this and sent to all my girlfriends. Thanks for posting it.
Posted by hades
- June 29, 2006, 11:56:36 PMlol you could always take your own with you. :P
Posted by Tara
- June 29, 2006, 09:24:37 AMQuote from: hades on June 29, 2006, 07:30:22 AM
sanitized toilet seat covers are handy. ;D
And I guess you think every friggen toilet in the world has them? :-\
Posted by hades
- June 29, 2006, 07:30:22 AMsanitized toilet seat covers are handy. ;D
Posted by Libra
- June 29, 2006, 07:29:03 AMQuote from: tponka on June 27, 2006, 07:29:20 PM
I SWEAR this happened to me this weekend.. nearly all of the above, including the latch not working.. but to make it worse, I had just gotten off of an airplane in Tampa, where I was meeting my boyfriend for the weekend. So I've just arrived in the Tampa airport, rushing to get to the nearest bathroom, one hand pulling my wheeled suitcase, and the other holding my super-sized, overstuffed LV purse up on my shoulder. I can hardly fit myself, my luggage, and my purse in the stall, but shove everything in and hurry to cover the seat and relieve myself. I am posed in "the stance," and just before finishing (and yes, I got the automatic splash before I'm quite done) the broken-latched door decides to creep open. I hop up quickly to keep from revealing myself to the world, and in doing so, knock my head just by my eyebrow on the edge of the door. Ouch! I then gather my belongings and head to wash my hands, look in the mirror, and my face is dripping with blood. Great. I got a paper towel and held pressure to it and attempted to ask the bathroom attendant where the first aid station was. Since she spoke no English (I suppose I should rant about that in Homer's topic too..), I was only able to distinguish the words "main terminal." I headed to the train to the main terminal, and asked yet another airport employee to direct me to the first aid station. Again, no English. So now dragging my wheeled suitcase with the purse on the same arm with one hand and holding a bloody paper towel on my eye with the other, while my cell phone is ringing off the hook (boyfriend wondering where the hell I am.. of course I have no more hands to answer it). I finally found the first aid station after two more empolyee inquiries. The medics there, a man in his 40s and a kid barely out of high school, got a good snicker out of my story. I was dressed in a very short, sexy sundress, nicely tanned, nails and toenails with a fresh French manicure/pedicure, and my long blonde hair flowing down my back. I INSISTED that I was NOT a dumb blonde and explained to them that I was a college professor, which just egged them on more. I told them to give me the damned ice pack and let me on my way, but not before I explained to them exactly how this whole situation was THEIR faults. heh. Then I went on to the rental car agency, where the attendants gave me strange looks, since I was then holding a huge ice pack to my face. I almost thought they weren't going to give me a car. I recovered, and had a good weekend on the beach, after all that. Lesson learned: none, when you gotta pee, you gotta pee.. live with the consequences. ;)
Someone's been reading too much Lauren Weisberger... :))
Seriously, I'm a girly-girl and all, but I'm also a realist. There are more deadly germs in your fridge than there are on a toilet seat. Public restrooms, especially at airports, are probably cleaner than your own. But if your anal, keep handy wipes in your purse, wipe the seat off, sit your ass down AND PEE!
Lib out.
Posted by hades
- June 27, 2006, 10:57:38 PMeek. :-X
Posted by tponka
- June 27, 2006, 07:29:20 PMI SWEAR this happened to me this weekend.. nearly all of the above, including the latch not working.. but to make it worse, I had just gotten off of an airplane in Tampa, where I was meeting my boyfriend for the weekend. So I've just arrived in the Tampa airport, rushing to get to the nearest bathroom, one hand pulling my wheeled suitcase, and the other holding my super-sized, overstuffed LV purse up on my shoulder. I can hardly fit myself, my luggage, and my purse in the stall, but shove everything in and hurry to cover the seat and relieve myself. I am posed in "the stance," and just before finishing (and yes, I got the automatic splash before I'm quite done) the broken-latched door decides to creep open. I hop up quickly to keep from revealing myself to the world, and in doing so, knock my head just by my eyebrow on the edge of the door. Ouch! I then gather my belongings and head to wash my hands, look in the mirror, and my face is dripping with blood. Great. I got a paper towel and held pressure to it and attempted to ask the bathroom attendant where the first aid station was. Since she spoke no English (I suppose I should rant about that in Homer's topic too..), I was only able to distinguish the words "main terminal." I headed to the train to the main terminal, and asked yet another airport employee to direct me to the first aid station. Again, no English. So now dragging my wheeled suitcase with the purse on the same arm with one hand and holding a bloody paper towel on my eye with the other, while my cell phone is ringing off the hook (boyfriend wondering where the hell I am.. of course I have no more hands to answer it). I finally found the first aid station after two more empolyee inquiries. The medics there, a man in his 40s and a kid barely out of high school, got a good snicker out of my story. I was dressed in a very short, sexy sundress, nicely tanned, nails and toenails with a fresh French manicure/pedicure, and my long blonde hair flowing down my back. I INSISTED that I was NOT a dumb blonde and explained to them that I was a college professor, which just egged them on more. I told them to give me the damned ice pack and let me on my way, but not before I explained to them exactly how this whole situation was THEIR faults. heh. Then I went on to the rental car agency, where the attendants gave me strange looks, since I was then holding a huge ice pack to my face. I almost thought they weren't going to give me a car. I recovered, and had a good weekend on the beach, after all that. Lesson learned: none, when you gotta pee, you gotta pee.. live with the consequences. ;)
Posted by hades
- June 27, 2006, 04:50:54 PMlol
Posted by liebe_angel
- June 27, 2006, 04:11:13 PMnow you men out there understand now why we women all have to go to the bathroom together lol
Posted by Lynne
- June 27, 2006, 03:48:01 PMGood one, so very true
Posted by ClingFree
- June 27, 2006, 09:07:02 AMThat was great!
Posted by foxx
- June 27, 2006, 09:02:23 AMLMAO...Gigglepee!
Seriously? Funniest True thing I have read in ages....Thanks Angel.
Seriously? Funniest True thing I have read in ages....Thanks Angel.
Posted by hades
- June 27, 2006, 08:28:01 AMlol...