August 12, 2012 by Paula Reed Nancarrow
Review of Men’s Room Etiquette
by Jaded Optimist Productions
Emily Post would not know where to begin here; fortunately, she does not have to, as we have a Puckish men’s room attendant to guide us. I no longer envy men their shorter lavatory lines, though I do kinda wish I could pee my name in the snow. (Now see? We DO still need cursive….) I think I would rather face the Anger Pony than Howard Lieberman in a lime green unitard, but at least the costume made me concentrate hard – very hard – on every witticism that came out of his mouth. For example, I have always had trouble with the words “prostate” and “prostrate;” in the hymn “All hail the power of Jesus’ Name!” I used to wonder why God let the angels’ prostates fall. It seemed both medically and metaphysically unnecessary. Now I know why this was such a potent misunderstanding. Able performances on the part of all – though nothing can beat watching an aging hippie with a graying pony tail get his Robot on.