On a flight to Chicago , a gentleman had made several attempts to get into
the men's restroom, but it had always been occupied. The flight attendant
noticed his predicament. Sir, she said, "You may use the ladies room if you
promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall."
He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he
had promised not to touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW , WA , PP, and a red one labelled 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 powder puff
completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he
knew would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing he knew he was in a hospital. As soon as he opened his eyes a
nurse was staring down at him with a smile on her face.
"What happened?" he exclaimed.
"You pushed one button too many, " replied the nurse. The last button
marked ATR was an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your
pillow."
Men Never Listen , especially to women!