It Wasn’t a Baby Changing Room
So here’s the deal. I was sitting happily enjoying my refreshingly alcoholic beverage in a social alcohol drinking environment commonly known as a bar. Suddenly out of nowhere, I decide that I would like to visit the lavatory to dispose of some bodily fluids.
No problem, I’ll just work out that door and turn left towards the toilets. Should be easy right?
WRONG.
So there I am walking down this dead-end corridor. I take a look at the sign on the first door.
“Baby Changing Facilities? Weird.”
On to the next door.
“Women.”
The final door now.
“Disabled…”
So back to the first door I go for a closer examination. The logo on the door resembles a small toddler standing spread-eagled wearing what appeared to be a rather large nappy.
Investigations later proved that the dipshit owners of the bar actually thought this actually resembled the universal symbol for mens toilets.
I mean, for FUCK SAKE. We actually already HAVE a universal symbol for mens toilets. Why not, I don’t know, actually… USE IT?
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