Old story--worked by day as a medical tech, by night as a pizza waitress. Changed clothes in the bathroom at the office, came out to find lights out and everyone gone! Not only was I locked in, I set off the alarm! Big fun.

New story--working in a hospital, finishing up in stall when I hear the outer door open and a distinctly non-feminine cough. Footsteps clomp to the stall next to me--big old ugly clodhoppers next door.....finishing up washing my hands as fast as I can and out pops a 75-ish year-old man who looks at me in the mirror and says, "Guess I chose the wrong one, eh?" and left--without even washing his hands! Eeeeeww!

Some of the ladies I work with don't shut the stall door on purpose. I guess they think we want to watch them pee.

My bathroom story: when I was just a wee one (yes I said wee), I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. In my sleepiness, I walked right past the bathroom and into the kitchen. I sat down in the trash can--somehow thinking it was the toilet. I woke up fully when I fell in and started screaming. Thankfully, I didn't pee in the trash.

Not exactly a toilet story, but very funny..... in 1967, I was a counselor at a camp in Michigan serving lots of inner city kids, who were not used to the great outdoors. One of my charges, a 6 year old named Antoinette, found herself needing to pee on our hike. It took a while to convince her it was OK to pee outdoors. Finally, she decided she'd try it, went behind some bushes and squatted..... and came tearing out, panties hobbling her ankles, tripping, and screaming bloody murder! While squatting, a frog (the first she'd ever seen) had hopped into her underpants! I'm sure she never peed outside again, and she certainly never believed anything else her counselor told her that summer!

I got stuck in a bathroom while out with a boyfriend, too. We were at the Maryland shore and stopped at a gas station. They had just painted the station, and when I went into the ladies' room, the door stuck shut because of the wet paint and the heat of the day. I thought I was never going to get out, but finally my boyfriend noticed my hands waving through the open transom window at the top of the door and rescued me.

Glad I was done with my tea before I read your blog this morning, cause I busted out laughing so hard it woulda spewed. Funny thing: we started a pee story thread on Ravelry group Spinner Central. I'll go post a link to your blog.

Hmmm, I think the only bathroom story I have is when I walked into the mens room in Walmart once...once was enough. It was frightening hygienically speaking as well as emotionally.

My Sandy, you are Priceless.! Yes, with a capital P. (Yes, I said PEE!)

Pee-hee-hee. ; )

you know, there's a working drive-in movie theater two towns west of me in mendon. yep. http://www.mendondrivein.com/index.cfm

Where to start.... We have a water bowl on the bathroom counter (the only place where the cats can't splash water *everywhere*) and our elderly cat can no longer jump directly from the floor to the counter. She likes to jump on the toilet (we keep the lid down) and hop up to the counter. Well, I'd put the lid up, pulled my pants down, turned around, and splash! She'd run in, jumped and went right into the toilet. Ewwww! I yelled so loudly that hubby came running up the stairs and I'm standing in the bathroom with a wet bum, underwear/pants around my knees, and screeching at him to grab the cat. Thank goodness, the water was 'clean'.

Scenario #2: Imagine me attending a new high school... There are 2 floors in the main part of the school. On the upper floor, the girls washrooms are at the south end and the boys washrooms are at the north end. I figured that out on day 1. On day 2, I learned that the washrooms are switched around on the first floor by walking into the boys washroom thinking it was the girls. Yeah - I got some weird looks when I came out.

Ha ha ha ha, I'm NOT laughing at you, it's with you. That first story of the drive in is priceless! I remember the drive in. Ahhh. The last movie to play at the one in Natick was The Omen. I almost peed my pants, it was so scary.
And, as for bathroom humor, my favorite story was when I turned 20. That's back in the days when the drinking age was still 18. I hitch hiked from Natick to Worcester to go to a gay bar all by myself. One of my friends there told everyone it was my BIG Two Oh. I was dragged into the girl's room, and had all these drag queens throw their drinks at me in honor of the occasion. Makes me wonder what'll happen when I turn 50...

When I was in college, I worked in the computer labs. If you were opening or closing the lab, you had to check the keys out of the campus police office, and leave your ID as collateral for them.

One summer, I was the only one staffing the lab for the evening hours (open just at night for the summer school students) and I got in the habit of just taking the key with me, since no one else needed access to it, and I had no need of my id for the summer.

One night, I came home, needed to use the bathroom, and did so. As I stood up and leaned over to flush the keys fell out of my pocket, as the toilet had already started flushing! I was frozen in horror, imagining having to explain to my boyfriend (also my boss in the labs) and other boss exactly what had happened to the keys - the ones that I wasn't supposed to have at home.

Thankfully, they were heavy enough that they didn't flush away and were sitting there at the bottom of the bowl when the toilet finished. I fished them out, washed them really well, and never told anyone how I'd almost lost them.

Here's on that happened TODAY. Our bathroom at work has a motion sensor light that comes on when you go in. (It's a single bathroom) So I went in today and the light didn't come on. I figured it would in a minute so I just went over and, you know. But the light never came on. I got up and walked over to the sink to wash my hands and PRESTO, on came the light. The funny part, though, is that it scared the crap out of me! Get it? HAHAHAHAHA. I crack myself up.

I've got two for you.

1) I was 2 weeks overdue. Definitely time to do a little test. Although it wouldn't have been a disaster, it wasn't planned, and so I decided that I'd rather pee on a stick at work than at home. So I locked myself in the cubicle, did what I needed to do, and settled down to wait for 2 min before looking at any blue lines that may have developed. No problem. EXCEPT - it was another of those places with the lights on a timer, driven by a movement sensor. 2 minutes was far too long. So there I was, waiting in the dark, not really wanting to look at the results, DEFINITELY not wanting anyone to know what I was doing. (At the time I was teaching in a small 16-19 college - students and staff shared the same toilets - those little sticks with potential blue lines on them are NOT something to share with students.) So I sat and waited in the hopes that someone else would come in, but they didn't. After what must have been about 15 min I realised that if no-one was coming in, then no-one was coming in, and it would be fine to blunder my way out. I did find the lock on the door, I did let myself out, and... I wasn't pregnant. (Phew!)

2) Many years later, working at a different college, having had a baby (at the same time as a co-worker - I mean literally at the same time - we gave birth within 48 hours of each other - we were oh-so-popular with our head of department that year). There were major building works being undertaken at work, so the regular toilets were out of action and a temporary block had been put in. The staff were using the disabled toilet - the cubicle was HUGE - about as big as our front room. I went in, enthroned myself, and the door opened - I'd totally failed to lock it - oh the relief that it was Julie - the afore-mentioned colleague - once you've seen someone in labour it kind of reduces the impact of something like that.

My kids both hated public toilets when they were little, because they were afraid the flush would be too loud. They liked to know what they were in for. So here we are on the Wharf in San Francisco when the kids were 5 and 7. They both had to pee. Bad. We went into the public rest room right by the big Boudoin place, and when they realized the toilets were auto flushers, they refused to go. So I hiked with them in search of a "safe" bathroom. We finally went into the Hyatt. By this time, they REALLY had to go. The public restrooms there were lovely - quiet, scented, with fresh flowers. But OH NO - they had automatic flushers! So I convinced the kids that if they ducked down they wouldn't activate the flush. Yeah, it was a lie, but at that point it was too late. What a time.

Oh yeah, this one almost kept me from ever going back to the YMCA, but vanity saved me. On my way into the pool, in my really old and really worn bathing suit. As I had the suit on and needed to pee, I did as many do, just slid the suit to the side. On my way out of the toilet area (stall door, no room door), I wondered just HOW tatty is this suit, so I turned my butt to the big mirror and say a wad of TP!!!! Horror! And hilarity. I was so glad nobody was in there. And even gladder my vanity made me look so that I didn't end up jumping into the pool with a little extra paper package. That thought amused me so much I forgot how thin the fabric was. But I haven't been swimming since (still looking for a suit, it needs to be long).

When I was little, my parents took my sister and me to Disney World and, on the flight down, I went to the bathroom. I was very proud of myself, all big-girl-ish, being able to go to the nifty airplane bathroom all by myself. Everything was just fine until I was ready to leave. I didn't want to turn the light out before opening the door (because that would have made it scary in there), but I didn't realize that the door WOULD NOT OPEN unless the light was out. I don't remember if the light and the lock were the same switch, or what, but all I knew was that there was no way I was going to turn the light out and be in there in the pitch black all by myself, but yet, I panicked because I couldn't get the door open. It, um, took a while for the nice people on the other side of the door to convince me that it was OKAY to turn off the light and that all would be well.... I was rather tear-streaked and scared by the time I got out of there, too.

And, parents being what they are, my Mom and Dad told that story for YEARS!!