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 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 was 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 smirk on her face.
'What happened?' he exclaimed.
'You pushed one too many buttons,' replied the nurse.
'The last button marked ATR was an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your :)
is under your pillow.'