Unisex Toilets are a crappy idea, aren’t they?
On a visit to my ultra-modern library to acquire books, I required a dump rather badly, a Forest Gump of rather large proportions.
I hurried over, tortoise head almost touching cloth and winking but saw the words ‘Unisex Toilets’ on the door. On entering two girls, mid-chatter and trowelling on the latest orange facial pancake mix, suddenly ceased their discourse. I’m not sure who felt more awkward. At least I didn’t interrupt a girlie cry. I subsequently manoeuvred with haste to one of the cubicles and, despite their presence and sotto dialogue, dropped off a Magnanimous load of nîglèts complete with soundtrack.
Why must we suffer these monstrous ideas? Is this another wretched Yank import like Black Friday, Trick or Treat, and childish spelling? Everybody seems nervous and furtive in there so is it a method to control people? Is it all just a ploy to save money?
When I’ve been on the lash I urinate like an aggressive racehorse and crack sounds from my arse like I’ve stepped on a duck. One hopes this gender-releasing cack isn’t the future for pub toilets. Yegad. Blokes’ and ladies’ toilet etiquette are about as compatible as the Flabbotasaurus Rex and a brown rice diet.
I must admit that now when Nature calls in the library, be it lemonade or chocolate, I go in the disabled trap. I like privacy. Frankly, Unisex Toilets, if you’ll pardon the pun, are shit.
Nominated by Captain Magnanimous






