Okay, I wasn’t going to blog about this… but here is my daily overshare:
First, a little lesson in feminine hygiene for the guys… Ladies’ loos have ladies’ bins for ladies’ things. Comprendé? Don’t worry, I’m not going to go into detail, just setting the scene.
So, I go to the loo yesterday – and use the wheelchair loo because it’s the only one available (yes, I’m one of THOSE people). There’s a ladies’ bin on either side of the loo. These bins at work are super-fancy. They’re automatic so us delicate ladies don’t have to actually touch them – just wave our delicate hands over the sensor and with a ‘Rrrrrrrrk’ the lid mechanically opens and shuts again after 3 seconds.
As I sit down, the bin on my right gives me a gratuitous Rrrrrrrk as it opens all by itself. Oookay, I think, I may have set the sensor off. It’ll close shortly.
Just as the bin on my right is closing, the bin on my left starts its own routine. Rrrrrrrrk. Then the bin on my right starts again. Rrrrrrk. Bin on left opens as right is closing. Rrrrrkrrrrrrk….rrrrrkRrrrrrrk.
By this stage, I was sitting with my arms straight out in front of me, complete with giggles – determined to prove to myself that it wasn’t me setting off the sensors.
Of course, as soon as I left the bathroom (bins still opening and closing willy-nilly), I had to share this experience with my office, which sent a few ladies to verify the facts. They came back in hysterics as our magical bins were still doing their mystical mambo in the ladies loo.
Ladies' bins in a ladies' loo, going nuts. Fits with the general female psyche, doesn't it?