One day a guy REALLY needs to use the bathroom, but the line for the guys room is wrapped around the corner for some reason. So he looks around for a bit, decides that it's a dire emergency and goes into the ladies room. Instead of the trough urinals he's used to, there are seperate stalls, each tastefully decorated to make the experience a pleasant one.
He goes into a stall and sits down to do his business. Taking a look around, he notices a little machine next to him, with little labeled buttons. The first says "WW". He presses it and warm water gently splashes over him bum. "WA" triggers a mild flow of warm air to dry the water. "TP" activated a little robot arm to come and wipe. "Hey," he thinks, "These gals have the right idea!" He notices the last button is marked "ATR" and figures that everything else was so pleasant, this has to be right in line. So he presses it and promptly passes out.
When he comes to, there is a crowd surrounding his stretcher as he is escorted to the waiting ambulance. "Wha...what happened?" he asked. "We found you in the women's bathroom, sir, can you tell us what you were doing?" The guy proceeds to relate his experience. At the end, the female EMT leans over and says "That last button means Atomic Tampon Remover. We've contacted a plastic surgeon for you."