Maybe that’s those women’s form of “Evacuation Training.” The sewage has left the building, Ladies and Gents - see how it happens. Get it? Ar ar ar. I’m tired. Humble apologies.

goes to show - there’s just no accounting for taste.  ;)

btw i know this means i’ll spend another 6 hours in hell but i giggled out loud at “recommended for those with short memories or no sense of what makes for good entertainment.” how gruesome, and yet so perfectly worded.  thanks, dude, see you in the ring of fire ...

I just can’t help but recall alimentary school with its fire drills and stalls with no doors and no door to the restroom.  Same as it ever was.

People crack me up...I would lay money that if you asked any of the women on your floor WHY they don’t close the door they would tell you that it was open when they got there and they didn’t know why or who opened it and they didn’t want to make waves.  BET YOU MONEY...not much money ‘cause I’m broke, but at least a nickle.

"biochorus of digestive outputs” is going into my stack of phrases I don’t want to have to use, but will be damn glad I have handy if the need ever arrises.

don’t ever go by the men’s rooms at penn station. no doors on the stalls at all; some stalls are missing walls.

After trying unsuccessfully for ten minutes to come up with a comment that would allow me to use the line “alimentary, dear watson” I’ll say instead that I’m not sure that a “biochorus of digestive outputs” is particularly melodious (though usually malodorous), but I’m sure it’s better than the sounds of two women holding a conversation whilst occupying separate stalls.