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
fragilescent 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 smirk on her face.
“What happened?” he exclaimed. “You pushed one too many buttons,” replied
“The last button marked ATR was an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis
is under your pillow.”