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The Coffee Shelf

December 22nd 2008 in Life Observations
No Urinals in the Ladies Room

No Urinals in the Ladies Room

I know there are no urinals in the ladies room. How do I know this having never been in a ladies room? Except for that one time, but that’s another story.

It is non-experiential knowledge. Innate knowledge something we are born with. Innate knowledge of a ladies room for a male mean knowing there are no urinals.

But what I didn’t know in my almost three score sojourn is that there are no coffee shelves in there either.

The other day my other half said she was going to use the “facilities”. Her hair looked fine so I knew innately what she meant. I walked over to a new stand when she walked up and handed me her cup with a frown on her face repeating she was going to the “facilities”. It was then I realized for the first time there must not be a coffee shelf in ladies rooms.

The Coffee Shelf

The Coffee Shelf

There was a similar revelation on her part a few months back. I came out of the men’s room at McDonald’s (lol, where else) when she asked if I ever checked my hair in the mirror. I must of had an “Alfalfa”. I told her there are very few men’s rooms with mirrors at McDonald’s. She thought I was pulling her leg which I have been known to do, but not in this instance.

She couldn’t imagine a restroom without a mirror. Yet that is the case in most men’s rooms (at least at McDonald’s).

I can live without a mirror’ but no shelf for your coffee cup . . .




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