Adventures in the Women's Watercloset

The 14th floor of Rockerfeller center is alight with Olympic buzz... it's a main floor for NBC Olympics! It's also the floor of Bravo! television, where I found myself interviewing. After the screening, I had to take a technology exam which took a while to complete and I seriously needed a bio-break!

Now, public restrooms are a great side-benefit to being a woman; sure, the lines can be longer if you're at a crowded venue in line for the closest toilets, but they are so much cleaner than the men's room. As a boy, Vegas casino restrooms were the only ones I'd ever sit down to use, but as a girl, all bathrooms are that clean.

Back to the Olympics... today, however, I think Olympic fever has spread to the bathroom! I blame Mr. Phelps.

So, I'm in a stall, just about to do my thing, when a gaggle of girls comes in. They all go into stalls. One girl starts and finishes and exits all while we are all still in there. It was so fast, one of the other girls remarks that she's like a bathroom sprinter. Another girl starts and dumps her liquid with a force I'd never heard before. Seriously, it sounded like such a large volume of liquid evacuating so fast that her friend commented on it from the other side of the room!

"I'm a power pee'er," she said. At this, the third chimed in, I guess I'm an endurance pee'er.

I am not making this up. Not sure what kind of pee'er I was, I lingered in the stall for a few seconds while they left. It didn't take long for them to come in and get out, not for pee'ers of that caliber.

Most people think of the ice skating rink when they think of 30 Rockefeller Center, or maybe the TV show. I think of the wonderful strawberry salad I had while there. And the Olympic pee'ers.