In Caracas, at the Murano Glass factory, the lines to the ladies room were unreal..of course,the men were in and out in a second...
When you got in, there was a woman standing by a small table, with a roll of brown toilet paper on her finger. As you came to your turn, she rolled a few squares..[think Elaine in Seinfeld] and handed it to you,and told you not to flush it.
So....after I exited the stall, I looked for the sink, and, the woman pointed. I walked in to where she pointed, and lo and behold, there was a woman on the john!!!! The sink was in her stall, and it had NO door..Oh my!!
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