A few years ago while enjoying a family dinner at one of our favorite area restaurants, J. Alexander’s, I had to excuse myself to make a quick trip to the restroom.
While there, I took a few moments to get caught up on the news. No, I wasn’t relaxing on the porcelain throne reading through the newspaper often tucked into the space between the toilet paper roll and the wall in men’s public restrooms, I was actually standing in front of the, umm, urinal (I can’t find a nicer word).
Conveniently placed in front of the “P” spot (an imaginary little dot straight ahead on the wall in front of urinals where most men stare intently so as to not even CHANCE a stray glance), are various pages of the newspaper. Stall 1 is page 1, stall 2 is sports, stall 3 is business, and so on. Take your pick.
Not every bathroom is the same. Some have a collection of advertisements in front of the P spot (cigars, pick-up trucks, gas grills, sports tickets, all the manly stuff), and some even have televisions tuned to ESPN. A guy doesn’t need to know how many rating stars a restaurant has to judge the quality of the joint- what really matters is whether they care enough to provide something in front of the P spot.
Back to the story… when I came back to the table I told my family about an interesting story I had just read. My wife and girls were fascinated. “Where did you just read the newspaper?” asked one of them. I explained to them about how most men’s restrooms often have reading material in various places. They were flabbergasted and had never heard of such a thing- even my wife. I was amazed that they hadn’t- it was just so normal for men. We just assume women have the same thing in their restrooms.
My wife said once in a while, rarely, there’s one of those mini billboards with multiple ads on the back of the stall door, but that’s about it. Michelle and the girls had no idea there was reading material in front of men’s urinals and they thought it hilarious.
Well… fast forward to last week. I learned something about women’s bathrooms that I had never known, and I would guess a good number of other men don’t either. To say I was flabbergasted is an understatement.
Here it is- it is not uncommon for women or girls to get locked or trapped inside a stall and have to crawl on the floor under the door. Yes, you heard it right.
It turns out, according to my wife and confirmed by all four of my daughters…and two other women I checked with, that every so often women get inside a stall, lock the door, and then can’t get it unlocked. It’s sort of the bathroom equivalent of not being able to get a jar lid open in the kitchen without help.
While it’s more common in young girls, it happens occasionally to older kids and adults as well. I was told also that every so often a woman will go to open a stall, find it locked, notice there’s no one in it, and know exactly what happened- “Oh. Someone got stuck in there and had to crawl out under the door.”
My wife said one of the most horrible experiences she’s had (not including the incredible incident that took place at a gas station this summer while on our family road trip) was when she got trapped in a stall whose walls and door came down to within an inch or two of the floor. Horror.
Here We Go Again ...
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So there I am, twiddling my virtual thumbs out in LA, where I've been
subbing for a buddy on "Jimmy Kimmel Live," when I get a call from good 'Ol
Joe Bid...
3 years ago
5 comments:
I had been procratinating (or just reallt too busy) but I am adding you back on my sidebar link. I did follow (still am) you on Blogger.
Hey Rich, are you n Twitter yet? If not yo better check it out! Of course it's addicting, but it's really good for connection.
Aloha,
Liza
"Not including the incredible incident that took place at a gas station this summer while on our family road trip."
Ok, now you HAVE to spill the beans on this one...
Liza- thanks. Much appreciated. I do have a twitter account, but can't bear to spend the time to keep it updated while also blogging and facebooking.
FMF- Michelle forbids me from giving details. It has nothing to do with her or the girls, but rather, something they witnessed. Without going into details- it was an absolutely horribly sick woman and a massive mess.
I recall getting stuck in bathroom stalls and having to crawl out. Haven't been stuck in a looong time. I'm small and can crawl out easily for most stalls but eewwww.
The locking mechanism for those metal hanging type stalls is what gets you. Since the stalls are usually suspended, things get out of alignment and wear out. The door lock, especially the flat twist-knob type end up getting de-threaded I think - you turn and turn and the door doesn't unlock.
The outside of the door lock usually has a slot though - a quarter will probably turn it. The inside sometimes takes a bit of jiggling and pressure to one side or another to get the locking mechanism to move.
Yes, I do know my way around public restrooms..have written a few posts about 'em.
I hadn't known about the P spot though. There usually aren't adverts on the stall doors for women. Probably not the best place since you might hang your coat or purse and then the lighting is not the best. Unlike urinals which is all..exposed.
Hey Ms. Q. Good to hear from you. I hope you're doing well.
I actually thought of you when I was writing this post as I remembered several of your bathroom posts! :)
Yes, the P spot. It's pretty funny actually. Yesterday I had a business lunch meeting (on a Sunday afternoon- bummer) and the guy I was meeting with had to go to the restroom when I did after lunch. We both went in together and he kept talking to me while we, you know, and I had to nod and look at him when I responded- breaking the hallowed rule of the P spot. It made me very uncomfortable. ;)
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