The gentleman had a serious problem.  He had made several attempts to
  get into the men's restroom, but it was always occupied.  The
  stewardess noticed that he was taking short steps and had a look of
  pain on his face.

  "Sir", she said, "You may use the ladies' room if you promise not  to
  touch any of the buttons on the wall."  He would have promised
anything
  and said so.

         The relief was pure joy, and as he sat there savoring the
feeling,
  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.

  Men's restrooms don't have 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 flowers to this  unbelievable
  pleasure. The Ladies' restroom is more than a restroom. It is a place
of
  tender loving pleasure.

  When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he could hardly wait to
  push the ATR button, which he knew would bring him supreme
  ecstasy...

  He knew he was in a hospital as soon as he opened his eyes. A nurse
  was staring down at him with a "smirk" on her face. "What happened?",
  he exclaimed.

  "You pushed one too many buttons", replied the nurse. "The last button
  marked ATR was an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under
  your pillow!"