Alright, I have a little bone to pick with women's restrooms. Before I get started, I just want to say it is NOT ALL RESTROOMS, only some, although I still can't figure it out. Let me just paint you a colorful picture real quick...
So, I've just gotten to The Rex theater here in Rexburg to see the movie "Taken". This is a much anticipated event for me and after 2 bottles of water, I really need to go to the restroom. I mean, this movie was SOOOO good that I didn't see how I was going to be able to work out a bathroom break, but after holding it for awhile, I couldn't resist.
I walked up to one of the nicest bathroom doors I have seen in awhile, opened the door, was greeted by the fresh scent of lavender and baby boo, and found myself a stall that looked safe. But here is the problem....just as I can see the toilet and my bladder feels like it is going to explode, I reach up to lock the door,there is a sliding lock and there is a latch that the lock slides into...but....wait.....SURPRISE, the sliding lock is about 2 inches below the latch!!!! Ok, ok, ok..don't panic, Bryson. There are 7 other stalls at my disposal, all for me, right there, just open. So I hurry and run to the next available one. SURPRISE! Same dilemma! Lock does not meet latch! So, it's getting kind of weird, I'm hoping this is not a pattern for this particular restroom, but yes....the 3rd stall, same deal. By the time I hit the 4th stall, having the door shut completely was not a requirement nor did I care anymore.
But you know...this is not even the first time I have found myself in this situation. It just never dawned on me until this very night, that this is a growing trend among women's restrooms. Well, I can only speak for women's restrooms, you men might experience this same kind of torture, but somehow I don't think you guys really care. I mean, I can't imagine standing next to a total stranger, taking care of personal business, and then saying "whats up?". I think that if I saw something like that going on in a women's restroom, I would immediately refer to a Melissa Etheridge song in my mind and that is not the kind of bathroom experience I try to have.
So what did I do? Well, I lived to tell about it, so I obviously got some urinary relief, but I made a point to call that theater the next day and ask why in the world would someone make a door that doesn't reach the latch. They had no clue. In fact, I'm pretty sure the person I was talking to had never even been inside that restroom. But now they are aware and the next time I see a movie I will definitely NOT be drinking 2 bottles of water.
So, I've just gotten to The Rex theater here in Rexburg to see the movie "Taken". This is a much anticipated event for me and after 2 bottles of water, I really need to go to the restroom. I mean, this movie was SOOOO good that I didn't see how I was going to be able to work out a bathroom break, but after holding it for awhile, I couldn't resist.
I walked up to one of the nicest bathroom doors I have seen in awhile, opened the door, was greeted by the fresh scent of lavender and baby boo, and found myself a stall that looked safe. But here is the problem....just as I can see the toilet and my bladder feels like it is going to explode, I reach up to lock the door,there is a sliding lock and there is a latch that the lock slides into...but....wait.....SURPRISE, the sliding lock is about 2 inches below the latch!!!! Ok, ok, ok..don't panic, Bryson. There are 7 other stalls at my disposal, all for me, right there, just open. So I hurry and run to the next available one. SURPRISE! Same dilemma! Lock does not meet latch! So, it's getting kind of weird, I'm hoping this is not a pattern for this particular restroom, but yes....the 3rd stall, same deal. By the time I hit the 4th stall, having the door shut completely was not a requirement nor did I care anymore.
But you know...this is not even the first time I have found myself in this situation. It just never dawned on me until this very night, that this is a growing trend among women's restrooms. Well, I can only speak for women's restrooms, you men might experience this same kind of torture, but somehow I don't think you guys really care. I mean, I can't imagine standing next to a total stranger, taking care of personal business, and then saying "whats up?". I think that if I saw something like that going on in a women's restroom, I would immediately refer to a Melissa Etheridge song in my mind and that is not the kind of bathroom experience I try to have.
So what did I do? Well, I lived to tell about it, so I obviously got some urinary relief, but I made a point to call that theater the next day and ask why in the world would someone make a door that doesn't reach the latch. They had no clue. In fact, I'm pretty sure the person I was talking to had never even been inside that restroom. But now they are aware and the next time I see a movie I will definitely NOT be drinking 2 bottles of water.
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