In honor of 12 years of employment

Things I have learned or seen in the corporate women's restroom.

I never use the first stall in our bathroom. If someone is at the sink and they look to the right - they can see you, in all your glory, sitting on the pot.

A woman with red shoes who always chooses the first stall to sit on the pot, do her *business*, and have a lengthy conversation on her cell phone with someone in a foreign language.

The automatic air freshener that is so strong when you first walk in that you can taste it but it doesn't mask any odors.

A man. Yes, a real man.

When the door to stall #4 slams, it opens the doors to stalls 1-3.

As long as we're talking about the stalls - why is there only one can of spray for 4 stalls?

Why is there only one plunger?

There's a rolling cart of feminine products hidden in personal make-up bags. On top of this cart is a basket of company supplied feminine products. Across from this cart is a machine to deposit your quarter for a feminine product but the machine has never worked. Guess that explains the basket...

I will say no more of the items I've seen in the toilets or wiped on the walls.

But I do wonder why the floor gets wet around the toilet in stall #3.

The one thing I really don't understand - the undersides of the toilet seats are stained yellow where they are over the water. The cleaning ladies say it's from the chemicals they use BUT those chemicals leave the toilet water a lovely shade of light blue. Hmmm?

Here's to 12 more years!