Writing about the brouhaha over the new Trojan ad reminded me of a critical situation which arose while I was driving through Georgia with Dr. P on Monday. We stopped at a gas station to de-fill our personal tanks. It was the kind that had two individual bathrooms inside, one for men with a toilet and urinal, and the other for women with just a toilet. Both were surprisingly clean.
I went into the women's room while Dr. P used the ATM. As I did my business, I was delighted to find that there was a condom and "personal pleasure accessory" dispenser on the wall. For a mere 50 cents, I could get one of six erotic surprises from "Pandora's Box." I peed as fast as I could so that I could get to the fun shopping.
Alas and alac, the damn machine was broken. I exited the toilet room in a deflated cloud. But when Dr. P emerged from the men's room, I was elated to note that it had not one, but two machines on the wall! Double my chance for success! Sadly, neither of those machines worked, either. At least we got to pee and Dr. P got some dough, so not all was lost at the pit stop.
Reflecting on my almost adventure back in the mini van, I realized that sometime when I was in junior high (maybe the end of 7th or 8th grade, I can't remember exactly), my parents picked us kids up from school on the last day before summer break, and we drove down to Florida. As we passed through Georgia, we stopped at a gas station for a bathroom break. That one had outdoor bathrooms and was unsurprisingly completely nasty. What fascinated me, though, was the condom and flavored body oil/lube dispenser on the bathroom wall. I had never seen anything like it before, and I think it aroused my interest in weird sexual products and factoids.
Odd that a kid from a big city in the north should find these sex products for the first time in the Bible belt. Religious people are kinky, I tell you.
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Religious people...you KNOW I'm on the church board, don't you? Now I'm blushing.
ReplyDeleteThe start of your post made me remember something that happened when I was in NYC in April. My friend and I were in a Starbucks and we needed to use the bathroom. Starbucks only has individual bathrooms with a sign on the door to designate men and women (why they can't be unisex I don't know). My friend (a male) went into the mens room, took his time, and when he came out I was still in line for the "womens" room. Nothing annoys me more than having to wait in line for a public restroom. So I went into the "mens" room. My friend waited outside the bathrooms for me, near the line, and he overheard a woman calling me 'brazen' for using the "mens" room.
ReplyDeleteIf saving my bladder means I am brazen then I wear that title proudly.
Suzanne,
ReplyDeleteThey probably spotted you for Yankee tourists immediately, and hid all the good stuff that is normally on display for the local Deliverance trade.
LMAO...I used to live in the northeast and am now transplanted to the bible belt.
ReplyDeleteThere's some freaky deaky folks 'round these parts....
Gawfaw.
I've always wanted to buy that stuff out of the bathroom machines, but I'm not brave enough. I wouldn't want anyone to walk in and see me turning the crank.
ReplyDeleteSo it's your responsiblity to buy something and then report back on how lame it is. I'm thinking any sex toy sold on a gas station wall for $.50 isn't going to be much fun anyway, except as an object of ridicule.