The reason explained...

If there is one thing that truly irritates me, it is using a public restroom. Above all of the obvious unsanitary reasons, like actually sitting on the same toilet that an unlimited number of strangers has shared or watching the numerous amount of folks walk out of the restroom without washing their hands, it's just such an aggrivating process. Keep in mind that this is strictly from a female perspective--don't get me started on a men's restroom...

First of all you go into the restroom and the stinch in nearly unbearable. You open the door to the first stall, and what a nice surprise someone left for you...to gag yourself. (HOW HARD IS IT TO FLUSH THE DANG TOILET?!?!) Moving on to the next available stall. You open the door and some little old grandma is sitting on the stall and she screams, "HEY! Someone's in here!" Yeah...you should have LOCKED the door--now I'm scarred for life. Note to self: look under stalls for feet before entering. You move to the third stall, this time leaning down to look for feet. . . there are none. You push open the door. Ahhh! At last, a vacant stall with an empty toilet. You close the door. GRRRR....no lock. Now you have to start the process again. You move to the fourth and final stall--no feet, a working lock. Yes! You close the door and lock it and hang your purse and coat on the door. Clearly these stalls were made by a man--your standing in what seems like a 2 foot by 2 foot cubicle, which has now been reduced to a 1 foot by 2 foot cubicle since you hung your coat and purse on the door. Now the decision comes--do you put layers of toilet paper onto the toilet or do you squat? There is no way you are touching your bare skin to that germ infested seat. (ugh!) You decide to squat although you start wishing you had chose the former as it becomes increasingly difficult to balance with only 1 foot of space. After you have relieved yourself, you flush the toilet with your foot (still conscious of the large amount of grime on the toilet), put your coat back on and try to escape. For crying out loud--WHY do they make the doors open INTO the already molecularly small cubicle?! You fight with everything in you just to stay standing and not fall into the toilet! At last, you release a sigh of relief...you have beaten the toilet cubicle and escaped.

You move to the sink to wash your hands. How nice--they have the automatic water release so you don't have to touch the sink with your germy hands. Only thing is, it takes you five minutes to wash your hands as you patiently wait for it turn on then turn off enough times to rinse the blasted soap off of your hands! You grab the two 6 inch paper towels that you are alotted from the machine and try desparately to soak up as much water from your hands that you can. Forget it--you wipe them on your jeans. Then you walk over to the door and open it taking with you all of the nasty germs that you just spent this entire time trying to avoid.

And THAT is why it takes women 30 minutes to use the restroom.