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In a 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 do 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 labeled 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 was
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, when 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 ATR button is an Automatic Tampon Remover.
Your pen!s is under your pillow."