Printable Funny Bathroom Signs Novelas e Histórias

The weight already made her arms ache, but she clenched her teeth. The first women’s bathroom on the ground floor was large — twelve stalls, huge mirrors, stainless steel sinks. The smell of old urine and cheap perfume lingered in the air despite the air conditioning. “Here, princess,” Carla said, pointing to the first toilet. “This one is especially ‘happy’ today. Someone puked at lunch. Clean it with care.” Vivian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching. “And don’t forget to wipe behind the door. The day shift girls complain if it’s dirty.”

Talen took the bag of blood from Rhett’s hand and led the way through to the door at the end of the shed. The bathroom was larger than Aislen had been expecting. One wall was lined with cubicles, some larger than others, showing the distinction between toilets and shower cubicles. Opposite was a row of sinks and mirrors. One of the shorter walls had a bench set beneath a row of hooks, several holding personal possessions, and the other shelves holding towels, bathrobes, and kits in little plastic bags.

"Tell the HR to release a memo. All employees who do not wash their hands, coming from the bathroom will be given a written warning! It's for health and sanitary purposes!" James coughed, choking on his own saliva. He replied, "Yes, Mister Thompson. Sorry again."

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.

The place was really big. I studied the door to one of the toilets. It had a short horizontal bar in the middle that read 'closed'. I moved to the next one and this time, the bar was blue and it read 'open'. I shrugged and entered that one. I stood the door from this side and saw there were two bars, one was red while the other was blue. It was for me to slide the right one through the bar space. I replaced the blue one with the one that read 'closed'.

The signs were in French and there was only one bathroom, unisex in design. The tile floor was the first thing I noticed walking in, intricate in design, my slender heels clicking against the ceramic. There were several people inside, both men and women, and every one of them seemed to be studying my entrance. Urinals were next to two stalls and I waited until one was available, trying to drown out the mixed voices, the intense laughter. Once inside, I closed my eyes, counting to ten, then fifteen. And still, I could hear the music, the base thumping. I took several deep breaths, steadying my legs as I adjusted my panties, my hand resting on the knob for a solid minute.

From the corner of my eye, I see Irene turned around to speak to some woman at the next table. ***** The bathroom is a minor work of art: mirrored walls, thick towels rolled into a basket for individual use, a laundry basket under the counter. A wonderful perfume hangs in the air. Artwork hangs on the walls. At the basins, a choice of hand pumps offer designer hand-wash and skin-creme in a choice of fragrances. Plushly upholstered chairs are set at small tables set out with tissues, make-up mirrors and angled lighting. But right now, I just need a quiet moment. Marching to the end cubical, I slip inside and sit.

She touched her son's bare arm, lovingly, and Austin couldn't miss the way she seemed to linger on his tan bicep. Inside, the bathroom was cold and covered in blue and white checkered tile from walls to floor. There were lights, but the room was still dark despite them. It smelled heavily of chlorine, which was way better than what Austin had expected to encounter. There were two urinals, a stall, and a shower on the far side. The shower was pretty large, almost a room unto itself, with a bench against the one side (for the handicapped and elderly, Austin supposed). Only a thin, tan curtain separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom.

While the party is warm and has heaters every where the bathroom feels like the bottom of the ocean. I press my palm against the door and rest my forehead there, trying not to panic. I’d been knocking earlier, softly at first, then with more urgency, even calling out when I heard someone pass. But each time, footsteps faded away. I walk back into each and every one of the bathroom stalls hoping I’d find something, anything to help me break the door. Who the hell locks someone in a bathroom? I don’t need to guess when I see a note in the last bathroom stall, a small note placed atop of the toilet’s golden tank, looking like it was written with something other than a pen. An eyeliner?

Hearing about it, I was curious to see the man that had enthralled two of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. I grabbed the towel and made my way out of the room. I saw the bathroom sign at the end of the hallway and headed there. Once inside, I saw five bathroom stalls and five toilets. There were a few pieces of soap above the sink. Grabbing one, I went into one of the stalls and took of my clothes.