MEN DON’T LISTEN

On a flight to Chicago, a gentleman had a
serious problem. He had made
several attempts to get into the men’s
restroom, but it had always been

occupied. The Stewardess noticed that he was
walking short steps and had a
look of pain on his face.

“Sir,” she said, “you may use the ladies
room if you promise not to touch
any of the buttons on the wall.” He would
have promised anything and said so.

The relief was pure joy, and as he sat there
savoring the feeling, he
noticed the buttons he had promised not to
touch. Each button was identified
by letters: WW, WA, PP, and a red one labeled
ATR. Who would know if he

touched them? He couldn’t resist.

He pushed WW. Warm water was sprayed gently
upon his bottom. What a nice
feeling, he thought. Men’s restrooms don’t
have nice things like this.
Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the
WA button. Warm air replaced the
warm water, gently drying his underside.
When this stopped, he pushed the
PP button. A large powder puff caressed his
bottom adding a fragile scent of
spring flowers to this unbelievable pleasure.
The ladies restroom was more
than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure.
When the powderpuff completed
it’s pleasure, he couldn’t wait to push the
ATR button which he knew would be
supreme ecstasy.

He knew he was in a hospital as soon as he
opened his eyes. A nurse was
staring down at him with a smirk on her
face. “What happened?!” he
exclaimed.

“You pushed one too many buttons,” replied
the nurse. “The last button