Murky Buckup!

While, um, standing in the men's room today, I could hear the garbled words of women from the ladies' room next door from through the ceiling tiles. This reminded me of a similar situation many years ago in a men's part of a changing/shower/restroom at the Ocoee River rafting place, where we could clearly hear the girls talking about whatever from over the wall. I mentioned to Scott, "Do you think the girls realized that we could hear them talking?", to which he laughed. I mentioned this to Andrea later, to which she replied, "Really? We didn't hear any of you guys..." So I explained to her that guys usually don't talk in the men's room, especially if there are strangers present.

This reminded me a television commercial for a short-lived sitcom back in the late 90s. I forget its name, and I never actually saw the show, but it starred some blonde comedienne (not Tea Leone). Anyway, this lady and her friends got fed up with waiting outside the ladies' room, so they went to the men's room. So, they're awkwardly standing in the men's room with the guys, and the lady tries to make conversation:

Lady: "Nice day, isn't it?"
Man: "WE DON'T TALK IN THE MEN'S ROOM!!!"

Another commercial featured said comedienne dressed as a french maid who delivered the entire promo to the camera in french, with subtitles below. But the genius part came at the end, when right after the ABC-announcer-man stated the time slot of the show, he phonetically pronounced merci beaucoup "murky buckup" with no furthur explanation. Brilliant.

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