In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into
the men’s restroom, but it
had always been occupied.

A nurse noticed his predicament.

Sir, she said ‘You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch
any of the buttons on the
wall.’

He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he
had promised not to touch.

Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP, and a red one
labelled ATR.

Who would know if he touched them?

He couldn’t resist… He pushed WW. Warm water was sprayed gently upon
his bottom.

What a nice feeling, he thought. Men’s restrooms don’t have nice things
like this.

Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air
replaced the warm water, gently
drying his underside.

When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed
his bottom adding a fragile
scent of spring flower to this unbelievable pleasure.. The ladies
restroom was more than a restroom,
it is tender loving pleasure.

When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn’t wait to push
the ATR button which he knew
would be supreme ecstasy.

Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and a
nurse was staring down at
him.

‘What happened?’ he exclaimed. The last thing I remember was pushing the
ATR button.

‘The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your
pillow.’