A Saga of Las Vegas Restrooms…..

This is the wash-up area of the ladies restroom in the Lake Las Vegas Del Webb clubhouse. Hopefully, the nearby toilets will flush before a person starts washing their hands.
Photo by Diane Taylor

If you like being near convenient restrooms, Las Vegas is a good place to choose as a post-holiday vacation destination. Most restrooms in the casinos are convenient, clean, comfortable, large and generous with toilet paper. Seldom have I gone to a casino restroom that did not have an empty stall, though I have changed stalls if door locks didn’t work or toilet seat covers had not been removed (happens even in the finest places.) The only exception to crowding is immediately after a show with a large audience, but the line moves quickly.

If you are in the “mature gambler” category and occasionally have a “rush call,” you can typically play a machine or blackjack table very close to a restroom and save time when “rush” is required.

Some of the smaller entertainment and medical venues, I’ve noticed, now have “universal” bathrooms–no labels of “women” and “men.” The sign just says “restroom” and inside, it looks just like your restrooms at home.

At a Las Vegas entertainment venue called “The Space,” the stalls have doors, but the area does not have separate entrances from the lobby. One door greets men, women, trans, etc, to the area with stalls. A lady exiting her stall may run into a male stranger. Very woke. The Space hand washing station has stewards that help patrons wash up without awkwardness.

Many of the Las Vegas restrooms are good for a visit just to see them. Some are quite wonderfully designed and are equipped with heavy doors. And of course, every restroom these days has one or more handicapped stalls. In a pinch, a non-handicapped person carrying a bag full of casino giveaways may choose a large handicapped stall where room is available for a purse and bag–or so I’m told.

The Wynn Plaza high-end shopping area features this rather high-end entrance to its ladies room.
Photo by Diane Taylor

Restrooms, I’ve found, have various flush sounds. Some are kind and even-handed; others have a large crash sound that makes one wonder just what monster is having a bad day.

Restrooms in the picnic areas we’ve used have been clean and well-stocked, though are pretty basic. Restrooms in destination mining towns may not be up to casino standards–but in a pinch.

My gentleman friend teaches line dancing at the Del Webb clubhouse at Lake Las Vegas in Henderson NV. (I go with him to make all the other dancers feel good because “girlfriend” is usually facing north when the steps call for facing south.) So the clubhouse is new and beautifully decorated. The restrooms are nice with one exception. The automatic flush in the ladies’ room is very slow. You finish your business, rise, dress and figure the flush will start in any minute. You wait and wait and then you turn around to operate the toilet manually. There is an obscure button to push and with one hand you don’t have the strength to push it. You think you are about to leave a mess in that lovely toilet, so you open the door and suddenly an automatic flush happens. I don’t know who programs flushes, but the flushes in the Del Webb clubhouse need a re-do!

And of course, elsewhere, we barely sit down and a flush happens, so soon it’s a two-flush visit which must affect Lake Mead water levels.

The Nelson Ghost Town features this outdoor public restroom complete with outdoor toilet tissue.
Photo by Diane Taylor

Restroom door locks are important. Last week I had an appointment with my heart doctor. The waiting area was full and a number of folks used the pubic restroom which was right off the lobby. I could have used the restroom as well, but I didn’t want to be indisposed when my name was called. Thirty minutes later my name was called and thirty minutes after that I was done with my appointment (all good news.) So I go back to the lobby, test the door handle to the restroom (it moved), so I walked right in. Oh dear, there was man in there using the urinal. I quick made my escape and waited for him to exit. When he did, I again turned the handle and walked in and this time I saw a woman in there washing her hands. I left quickly again. When she left, I then very carefully opened the restroom door, looked around, and then made my entrance, making sure to lock the door. My business done, I exited and gave a thumbs up to the woman sitting near the restroom who had witnessed all of this.

Not a day later, I was at the skin doctor and asked to use the restroom. Again I tested the door lock, went inside and whoops–a young boy was in there using the urinal. As he exited, I reminded him to lock the door.

Restrooms are great in Las Vegas–if the flusher is programmed correctly AND if the person in front of you locks the door.


4 responses on “A Saga of Las Vegas Restrooms…..

  1. So, the thing that mystifies me about this column, is that every single automatic-flushing toilet made also has a manual override button for manual flushing. So…being worried about leaving the condition of the toilet upon exiting seems as bit unnecessary.

  2. You are right, but the “button” at the washroom in question is almost invisible and when one does find it, it takes two fingers and a big push to operate it.

  3. Now I know why most people over the age of 70 are sitting close to the restrooms. The only downside even when you’re sitting close is if you’re in a bonus and nature is calling. I am sure that has happened to a few people I know.
    Great article Diane. We must share other things we have done together.

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