Adventures in the public rest room

This was sent to me by a listener.....something we girls can all relate to!

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Of course every stall is occupied, and after that long line you now have to go really badly. Finally a door opens and you dash in, and then find the door won't latch. And the dispenser for the paper seat covers is empty. You'd hang your purse on the door hook, but there isn't one, so you have to drape it around your neck or put it on the yucky floor. Then, since the bowl is a mess, you have to assume 'the stance', at which point your toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. Then you reach for what you discover is the empty toilet paper dispenser. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday....the one that's still in your purse (which is now around your neck). Then someone pushes your door open because the latch isn't working. The door hits your purse, toppling you backward and onto the slimy toilet seat. Now your butt is covered with every imaginable germ because you didn't listen to your mother in the first place and cover the toilet seat with tissues or paper towels. By this time the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, spraying you with a fine mist of water. By now you're completely exhausted and grossed-out. You make it to the sink but can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors. Finally you are about to make your escape when you realize you have a piece of toilet paper stuck to your shoe (too bad it wasn't in the stall when you needed it). As you exit, your man, looking annoyed, asks "What took you so long?". Need I say more?

My response: Imagine this scenario times two or three when you have to go through this entire routine WITH YOUNG CHILDREN!!!!!!!