Yep, you nailed that one - the sofas are there for pregnant women.
I’ve heard rumors of a couch in the ladies’ room at work for several years now. Used to be that someone would comment that “so-and-so” had to go lie down for a few minutes in the rest room. At first, in this day of “equality,” I thought that was giving women unfair favor over men.
But thinking it over, I decided that I would never use such a thing in the men’s room. I mean, our restroom is so foul most of the time. We have a person or persons who forget or refuse to flush the toilets after a big load. I’ve also seen both the toilets and urinals stuffed with with paper towels and for a while, candy bar wrappers in the toilets! And this is a government buliding full of so called “engineers.”
I wish we had a separate sink area, a kitchenette or something, to rinse coffee cups and eating utensils. And I will never brush my teeth in there like I’ve seen some people do. (I once saw a guy lather up and shave his head in there!)
No the atmosphere in our men’s room is so unpleasant, I can barely stand sometimes, to go in there for normal business. I certainly don’t want to hang around there more than necessary.
Interesting. I’ve taken to brushing my teeth most vigorously after meals, and after my morning iced coffee. While I find the use of a sink in a rest room as a source for mouth-water to be totally disgusting, I have no problem standing before the sink and brushing, and expectorating my oral effluvia into said porcelain resevoir. I just take in a cup of filtered water with me, to rinse with.
Having shared just a smidge more than was likely necessary, I’m inclined to agree with International Playboy here. Most men’s rooms are unspeakably foul. Then again, the Wifestrocity and The Fem-Bot both confirm the fact that the overwhelming majority of ladies’ rooms are equally horrific.
Never seen a sofa in a men’s room. Never seen a stuffed chair. The ONLY chairs I have ever seen are in hoity-toity men’s rooms in hoity-toity hotels and the odd Salon Privée that I’ve been in. That chair is used by a fellow whose job in life is to insist on handing me a paper towel to dry my hands off. I also am offered over seventy-three different cologne’s , talc’s, deodorants and skin bracers. If I chose to wipe my hands on the back of my pants out of sheer defiance, I’m obliged to Tip the man for the priveledge. Apparently there are rules concerning water on hands in men’s rooms, and I missed that memo. It’s incredible.
Okay, this leads me to the follow-up question. Is this business of hygeine by blackmail and coercion unique to men’s rooms, or do the ladies also find a demonical matron ensconced by the sinks in the ladies’ loo ?
Cartooniverse, who does NOT in any way shape or form wish to be known as "Cartooniverse, the guy that hangs out on the men’s room couch, but I have to admit that Why A Duck made me snort at the idea. 
Done.
The best ladies’ rooms were at Lord & Tayor’s in Bala Cynwyd, and Rumplemayer’s in New York. They looked like French whorehouses: sofas, mirrors, gilded Louis XVI chairs and tables scattered about. One felt just like Zsa Zsa Gabor in those ladies’ rooms . . .
They are in the ladies room in fancier hotels and establishments as well.
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*Originally posted by Why A Duck *
**Let’s say there was a couch in the men’s room, would you use it?
absolutely…there would be fridge right next to it and a tv mounted on the wall.
Honestly, I think the men’s room needs a fainting couch worse than the ladies room does. Just today this great big tall guy came in and blew an NBA fart right at me. Sonuvabitch was a trailblazer from his land o’ port and the foul thing nearly knocked me over. I was sitting down when he let fly but still it would have been nice to have a couch I could have slumped onto.
Where I work we have a toilet on each floor. Not big floors, but we have a toilet for each. There are only two women working there, me and the receptionist/secratary/all that boring paperwork stuff no-one else can be arsed with woman. We’re both on the ground floor, so that’s our bog.
Now, I know all the toilets are identical and I know they get cleaned out thoroughly every night by our two wonderful cleaners. However - the ladies always smells more or less okay and has a clean and spangly look about it, despite my collection of comics and tech catalogues in one of the cubicles.
One night, while changing a fan on the server, I couldn’t be bothered to walk down. I was the only one there, so I went into the first floor bog.
Oh. My. God.
How do you do it, guys? We’ve only been in the building a few months! The smell of shit is ingrained into the very substance of the room. An overall atmosphere of pervading evil - it was a presence watching my every move with overbearing malignancy. If I worked with a bunch of fat slobs who only ever ate meat dripping with grease I could understand it, but you maniacs get more exercise than I do and the fridge is full of healthy eating!
That and both cubicles were full of porn and car mags, but I can’t really cast stones on that account.
I think men are like foxes. They stake their territory by having unbeliveably persistant poo smell. Don’t even get me started on my male flatmate’s concept of what consititutes a clean bathroom.
Did you try the sofa out?
I dunno - if I were ill, the last place I’d like to be is on a sofa listening to other women whizzing and pooping a few feet away.
This is my job description. I think I’ll put this on my résumé. [/hijack]
In my workplace, the guys definitely have the number / luxuries advantage - but man those things are nasty. There isn’t a women’s bathroom on my floor - but there’s a large men’s room near me. There are showers in there that I was recently terrified to find out that people actually use. The main door is always propped open and some of the most unpleasant sounds come out of there.
The closest women’s room is actually in another building - but that one tends to get skanky during the school year. All of the women tend to use the women’s bathroom that’s a floor down and on the otherside of the building. I wouldn’t want to eat off the floor or anything, but we (and our wonderful evening custodial staff) manage to keep the bathroom quite tidy.
Another experience he had with poo on a couch is when he worked for a company called Robins Parking. He had to go and collect the coins from the parking meters. One of these places was a large parking lot behind a building. A group of homeless people were living back there and had an old couch sitting with their assorted items.
They had been using the couch as a toilet and had been pooing on it for the whole week between the last time he was there and this time. He and some of his coworkers had to haul it out of there.
Apparently there was really really a lot of poo on it.
Women RULE, don’t you get it yet?
Sheesh…
You have to ask why we get couches, carpeting, soft lighting, wallpaper… we’re WOMEN!
“I am woman, hear me roar!”-- some chick
Please note the post directly above yours. And who posted it.
Perhaps it was a statement; a protest á la lieu.
Or maybe it was performance art, a piece for me and you
Nevertheless, it was creative shit – it was some ArtyDooDoo.
Wow, that’s straight out of Dilbert. Two women are talking about watching a movie on the big screen TV in the bathroom and one of the women calls the blue couch. Then Wally walks up to Dilbert and says “Look, the men’s room has soap!”
One of the ladies’ rooms on campus has sort of a waiting area next to the bathrooms. Sort of like a foyer to the stalls? There were several times I went in and saw girls laying on the couch studying. Basically IN the bathroom. Mere FEET away from toilets. It isn’t as if there weren’t other quiet areas in which to study.
Weird. Weird weird weird.
The comment about the closest ladies room reminds me of my undergraduate days. A lot of my classes were in the Alumni Hall of Engineering(AHE) which was directly across the street from the Science building. AHE was 5 stories high, but built on the side of a hill so that the third floor was the one where the front door was. The 3rd floor had the only ladies I ever located, on the rare occasions it was closed for cleaning when I wished to use it, I’d head across the street to the familiar bathroom in the science building. When the 3rd floor AHE ladies room was closed, there was a sign near it describing the location of a bathroom in the basement, but I was never sure that it was more than a coat closet at a greater distance away. AHE had been built before the college decided to permit women as students and so they had converted a men’s room to the women’s room on the 3rd floor. The other thing which amused me was when there was an open house and lots of visitors were expected. Signs would direct men to the 2nd floor for a restroom, but I bet half of them used the 4th floor restroom without realizing it.