Ladies Lounge

I feel as though I have used my fair share of public restrooms before. Some are clean and well lit while others make me grateful for my hepatitis vaccinations. Of all of the different bathrooms I have been able to grace with my presence, or presents if you will, our work bathroom here at the O C has to be one of the weirdest.

In order to save myself a trip to HR for harassment, I did not obtain pictures of the woman who wears massive headphones and always scurries from the large handicap stall out the door with out washing her hands, or the ladies who hide their feet while spending a good part of 20 minutes in the furthest stall in hopes that no one will notice the olfactory pollution they are causing, or the woman who enjoys kicking off her pumps and waddling barefoot on the cool pristine tiles that line the stall floors. No, none of those unfortunately.

However, all of the below pictures are actual phone documentations of a place referred to in these parts as the "Ladies Lounge."


I feel that caution tape should be used more frequently on stall doors. Or for those who are not thwarted by this warning, caution toilet seat covers.


You never know what you will find sitting in the corner of a given Ladies Lounge.


Or better yet, you never know what you won't find in your stall...


And even if you find a working, non-crime scene looking toilet, no one can guarantee that the stall walls are safe.


Note booger smears under the anti-booger sign. Wow, very mature.

And after a long day of work and avoiding boogers, you can jockey for a coveted spot to curl up on one of the couches and take a relaxing nap. You may need to make reservations for nap spots between 11am and 1pm.


No she is not dead. It just kind of looks that way.

Needless to say, you never know what you will find when nature calls here at the O C. I am just surprised they still refer to it as a Ladies Lounge...