The difference between men and women

Recently my wife and I went to a wedding deep in the heart of The Naki. We took a packed lunch and a map, and cast our fortunes to the wind as we drove through rolling countryside populated by cows, boxthorn hedges and very little else.

We arrived in New Plymouth to the sound of banjos playing softly in the distance.

The wedding all went well, but it was at the reception afterwards that we were treated to an insight into the differences between men and women.

My wife had occasion to go to the bathroom, and was delighted to spy a cute little basket filled with treats for the ladies visiting the facilities during the evening.

Upon returning to the table she asked me what was in the men’s bathroom. To be honest I hadn’t noticed a basket of goodies. So after a few more orange juices (I was driving) I had a need to visit the facilities, and was given strict instructions to check for a basket (and don’t come back until you’ve taken a photo of it.)

For the younger generation, whipping out your cellphone and taking photos in a public bathroom might be a normal everyday thing to do. But for me this was a very new experience. And one I struggled with as I made room for yet more orange juice.

Then, taking advantage of the fact that the bathroom was empty (there were speeches going on I think) I whipped it out (my phone!) and took a quick snap.

I guess it’s easy to see the differences between men and women in the two baskets.

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