Printable Funny Bathroom Signs Novels & Stories

With a long sigh , l got back on my feet and looked around at all the signs in search of a bathroom. Although there was a language barrier, the universal sign for the bathrooms didn't change. I didn't have to worry so much since the signs came from English. Everywhere l did walk , people cleared their way probably from my stench. I had all the urine and semen on me. I lowered my head and quickly walked in the bathroom ignoring everyone like they ignored me.

Wasn't he going to have a shower? Ladies first, right. "What? Do I have a jelly fish on me or something?" I asked looking down realising he was staring at me his cheeks and the nape of his neck going red again. He cleared his throat, "No you're fine," "O..kay?" I asked slightly as I turned around looking over my shoulder as he muttered something to his self walking the opposite way. The bathroom did in fact have a sign saying bathroom, a little door sign that was cute and beach themed. I pushed it open realising how clean it was, man even my bathroom was messy, the mirror itself was sparkling. Mine had spots on it and dry streak marks.

Even though this bathroom is cleaned up daily, it would still be as if it hasn't been touched for months when we come. I didn't want to think that these people do it on purpose, but what do I say? We are almost ten thousand in this jail and we all get the need to use the bathroom sometime. I stepped into the bathroom, the pungent odor of urine hit directly at my nose and I jerked backwards a bit. Jack noticed and he immediately began to laugh at me. I frowned and turned to him. "What's funny?" I asked, the tone in my voice made him realize that I am being serious. So he stopped laughing at me.

On the way, I turned over what was posted on the pole. “In” and “Out” That’s what the opposite sign says. “In” means there is someone while “Out” does not. That’s the only way we won’t be able to just walk in. There is also a little bathroom near to the hut, similar to what we had at the hotel. Even the bathroom has been spruced up. This is how I would design a hotel if I could take people and create it. People will move to it because it is unique and uncommon. The river falls serve as our bath.

He was standing straight, looking me over. “What? What men’s restroom?” I looked around, and he was right. This wasn’t a women’s restroom. It was different. So, I peed in the men’s room? The heck. And when I saw the sign on the back of the door, it was a drawing of a male sign, not a female one. Lord, forgive me. I didn’t mean to see that. “What are you doing in the men’s restroom? Are you spying on us?”

' I shrieked and stared at the place in awe. The bathroom was in adorable rainbow colors, the colors blended in so well with each, that it almost looked unbelievable. Two white sinks over on top of a counter made of colorful tiles and a silver bathtub seated at one corner of the bathroom. At another end was a pretty gold glass stall with gold bench and shelves that had numerous bath products of both male and female, toothbrushes and three air conditioners. At another side were stark colored towels, neatly folded into the silver shelves, while the wet one hung down a long hot pink rail. Cherry on top, there was a urinal next to the abso-goddamn-lutely astonishing toilet!

“You never get carsick. And you kept staring out the window like you were plotting murder.” I shrugged her off gently. “I’m good, promise. I just need to pee. I'll be right back.” I slipped away before she could dig deeper, heading toward the main lodge where the bathrooms were marked. The sign on the door read RESTROOMS, UNISEX. Of course it was unisex. Small center, limited facilities. One big room with a row of stalls and sinks. I pushed the door open, expecting it to be empty. It wasn’t. Mr. Harlan, Elias was at the far urinal, back to me, finishing up. I froze in the doorway, hand still on the handle.

He was splashed all over. He screamed in panic and ran out of the bathroom. The commotion inside the bathroom immediately disturbed the people outside who looked at the bathroom. The people thought there was someone fighting in the bathroom. Everyone who was scared ran out, but they were waiting for him to leave. Went to the bathroom to check, and after hearing the indescribable scent inside, whole person instantly turned to stone. While looking at the frightened eyes of the giant in the bathroom, he saw Otis Swara struggling to get up from the ground, carrying an incomprehensible yellow liquid, and shouted angrily. "Please let me stay away..."

No helpful staff. Just endless marble corridors that echoed back my footsteps like a taunt. To make things worse, my bladder decided to join the rebellion. Perfect. I picked up the pace, scanning walls for a bathroom sign like it was a lifeline. I rounded a corner and finally—finally—saw two doors with a little chrome icon and the word Restroom carved in elegant script above it. Thank the Moon goddess. I shoved one of the doors open and stepped inside… only to stop dead in my tracks.

Francis, the other bodyguard spoke as he guided to the bathroom and waited outside. Inside the washroom was an elegant toilet. Everything was white from the toilet to the ceilings and the floor. The walls were tiled with white porcelain tiles. Every third tile had am emblem on it. It was the company logo. He stared in, taking in the fine designs, " this is just a bathroom, yet it is so beautifully designed". He washed his face, dampened his hair and dusted his clothes making himself presentable before exiting.