You DO have a point. The one and only time I actually did venture into the horror that is the ladies room at Grand Central, my older, uglier and much meaner sister, stood guard right outside the stall.
After, I felt I needed to bathe in Lysol and pure Clorox.
20 posted on 10/24/2006 6:37:15 AM PDT by RepoGirl
("Tom, I'm getting dead from you, but I'm not getting Un-dead..." -- Frasier Crane)