- Open the door rendering the recent handwashing useless
- Contort a piece of clothing to cover my hand and open the door and then go home and wash my clothes
- Wait until someone opens the door and rescues me
I would go in.
Use the facilities.
Stop and wash my hands…
Only to realize that there were no paper towels.
Only to realize that there was no escape without touching the exit handle with my newly washed hands.
At this point there was a decision to be made:
Before I had kids, I would get stuck in public restrooms.
oh yes… i’ve been there… “don’t touch that.” “hands on your tummy.” i’m a bit of a germaphobe. when we get home from trips where we sit on anything (restaraunts, etc) we change clothes…especially if you want to sit on the couch…
I’m the same way about public bathroom door handles! Kids do change your perspective though. Why worry about how to get out of the Wal-Mart bathroom without touching the handle when my daughter just LICKED their bathroom floor? Ewww!