We went to the bathroom in the subway.
None of them looked like this.
Toilet paper was at a premium so it helped that Florence saved all the napkins from Nedicks. Sometimes there were doors. Other times there wasn't. And it didn't matter that there was a person in there that was talking to the wall or to someone next to the wall we just couldn't see.
Even if we didn't know their name or the name of whoever they were talking to, they were our neighbor. After all, we were all using the same bathroom.
*and now for the joke
MAN ONE: Are you a man or a mouse?
MAN TWO: Put a piece of cheese down and find out!
Of Men and Mice...Part One
Of Men and Mice...Part Two
4 comments:
Hi CO . . .
I wonder if those days will come back. London to it's credit, has brought back some subway bathrooms. Complete with attendants.
Like the comment about the keys in #2. Even when I'm not in NY, I have 'em out in my hand halfway up the block.
Not sure I get the joke though . . .
T
it's an old old joke and one my father told - could have come from the comedy movies of the 30's I think it might be a Groucho Marx Brothers line.
Are you what you claim yourself to be or are you a squeaky little frightened thing?
Here I'm saying are you a New Yorker or not? there's only way to know - what do you do in this situation? A bit obtuse .... I'll blame exhaustion on that.
I do remember the attendants at the boys and girls bathrooms in the park I played in. They were the law. and those bathrooms were clean.
Ah. I get it now . . .
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