I usually use the ladies room too. And lock the door. Eff them. I've almost had a ruptured bladder a number of times because two women locked the men's room and gabbed about stupid bullshit while they had it to themselves. I once completely stunk up a busy ladies room at Trader Todd's in Chicago with a 15-minute number-two. There was a big line of angry women outside when I came out, that reeled backwards as the wall of stench hit them.Moniker wrote: Nothing must make you happier than having to wipe your ass with pissy toilet paper.
That said, I try to get it all out before going out, so as to avoid such circumstances.