Printable Funny Bathroom Signs Novels & Stories

A few days later, a notification from Miguel popped up in the department group chat. He had tagged everyone. "We're celebrating Vanessa's success in securing the Gilla Group project at the VIP room at the Grand Lyre Hotel tonight at 8:00 pm. Attendance is mandatory—no exceptions!" The chat was instantly flooded with flattery and bootlicking messages. Todd was especially ingratiating. "Mr. Studdard is the wisest, and Vanessa is the most amazing! I'm definitely raising a toast to Vanessa tonight!"

Freeing a button on my blazer, I made my way to the restroom. Thankfully, the restroom was empty but the hygiene here wasn't up to par. Everything looked cheap. Be it the sanitizer and handwash, tissue paper roller, and for Christ's sake, the smell was nauseating. I changed my decision and washed my hands instead. My kidneys won't expire if I won't pee.

Mona snapped, flinging water off her hands. "The women’s restroom?" One of the men laughed loudly. "Boss, this little lady’s voice is so sweet!" Another guy jeered. Mona stayed silent, her eyes cold as she stared them down. The man with the beer belly chuckled and gestured to his gang. Immediately, someone peeled off the restroom sign and threw it into the trash can right in front of her. "Now, it’s not the women’s restroom anymore!" The man said, smirking.

Anna walked down the hallway with a pair of grey jeans and a red jersey in her hands. At the end of the hallway was two wooden doors, the one straight ahead had a circular orange sigh mounted near the top center, with a shite silhouette of a standing female figure and beneath it is a black accessibility sign displaying a wheelchair symbol and restroom iconography. Anna immediately opened the door and walked into the brightly lit bathroom. On the right side there are long white sink counters mounted directly to the wall and above them a large frameless mirror stretched across the wall, reflecting the opposite side of the restroom where the stalls were. The stall dividers and doors were painte

Without waiting for a reply, she spun on her heel and hurried forward, her steps awkward and shuffling, thighs pressed tightly together as if each movement sent a jolt of pain through her. Nate watched her for a moment, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, before falling into step behind her. He caught up just as Vivian reached the women’s restroom. A yellow plastic barrier blocked the entrance, and a sign on a stand read, ‘CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE. BUSTED PIPE. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.’ Vivian stared at it as if it had personally betrayed her. A small, desperate curse slipped from her throat. “Fuuucckk!”

He thrives on this back-and-forth. "Very well," he says. "It's a deal." He strides over to the counter to pay for our finds. The cashier doesn't bat an eye. Even if he heard us discussing our game, I doubt we're the strangest people he's seen come through here. "Do you have a bathroom?" Calder asks. The man jerks his thumb in the direction of a wooden door over in the corner. The sign on the door says "NO SEX" in all caps, but the cashier has no problem when Calder grabs my hand and pulls me inside.

Yuck! It looked like for the next twelve months I was going to be living in squalor. As I looked at the dirty bathroom, all I could think was, "I'm glad that I am up to date on all of my vaccinations." "This is our shower, and as you have probably already guessed, we all share this bathroom. They supply us with bathroom products which have no fragrance. As you could probably imagine, with their keen sense of smell, they don't like us to wear anything that has a fragrance," Heidi informed me. "Judging from your face, I am guessing the facilities are not to your liking," she taunted, smirking at me.

So I followed Hazz to the hallway to the men's bathroom. The bathroom was empty when we entered, but as soon as we closed in the cabin, some men entered. They comment on some obscenity, silly jokes, and Hazz and I kept quiet and motionless. The men left. None of them washed their hands. I made a face. "For God's sake, tell me you wash your hands," I asked Hazz. "Of course I wash," he said immediately. “Sometimes I don't even need to hold it.” "Ui, golden chick" I mocked, laughing.

He seems not bother on what I did, thankfully. I went inside the other room in this huge bathroom. There is a cubicle in here for the toilet bowl. I sighed and unzipped my fly. I could not help but to help my self to let those semen out of me. I was panting and trying my self not to moan because this cubicle is not soundproof but this whole bathroom is. Unfortunately, Dhaxzy is bathing himself near the cubicle.

"Why of course! Make sure to sign your name on the bathroom sheet before you go." I smiled. "Thank you." And I bolted out of the room. I walked for a while, using my nose to detect where the source was. Whoever that was, had a bloody scent with a little hint of forest. What a weird combination. Finally, after walking around this giant place, I was able to land on the source. It was a freaking restroom. A male restroom. What would a spirit do in a restroom? Maybe it was those kinds of spirits that liked to spy people in the restroom. I was not sure if it was a male spirit or a female.