I like to think that I preach and practice patience, tolerance and forbearance. I used to look at the posters in The Pit and say, “Oh, that’ll never happen to me, getting so angry about something I have to indulge in a public rant.”
Well, it’s happened.
I work in a corporate environment, surround by clean-cut, respectable folk from divers backgrounds and talents. So why can’t they (and by “they,” I mean the men-folk, but apparently the ladies have it, too) just learn to FLUSH THE FUCKING TOILET?!?
If you KNOW you’ve just left a volleyball-sized mass of semi-digested food, half-sunken, odorous and crawling with bacteria, is it so hard to pump the handle once? Just once? Pretty please? I don’t especially want to look at your corn and peanuts, thank you very much!
And if you KNOW that one flush didn’t clear away everything you left behind (and don’t say you didn’t know – we have that super-suction system so that the bowl flushes in 1.5 seconds), flush a second time, fer chrissakes! No one wants to see your sorry tail-end floaters.
This isn’t like going in the middle of the night and not wanting to flush for fear of waking a sleeping household. You’ve just taken a ten-pound dump, and the guy who sits next to you for forty hours a week could be the next one in the stall after you. Do you really want him to know that an overdose of Taco Bell has given you a spastic colon?
And for the guy three weeks ago that came out of a stall and walked away without even looking at the sinks: fuck you, pal. Glad you don’t work in my department, but I feel sorry for anyone to whom you handed a paper that afternoon.
I am continually amazed, too, that educated urban professionals can’t even manage to flush a toilet. We have the same kind of grossness here at work, and it boggles my mind. (for the record, I go to the ladies’ room, and yes it’s pretty wicked there, too)
Oh, absolutely. We have three stalls and three urinals complete with fresh-smelling pink targets. As long as it’s in the bowl and not on the seat, I’ve no objection to someone’s pee hanging around.
If I may add something…running your hands under cold water for three seconds does not constitute washing them. If you want people to think you wash your hands, how about you actually wash your hands?
I actually got bitched out once by a roommate (twelve years my junior, no less) for being “childish and immature” because I made him flush the toilet after he took a shit.
OK, I’m not alone, here. I just overheard two departmental managers talking about the exact same thing. They’re grossed out by it, too; kind of amusing to hear them say how they’re sure it wasn’t one of their people who would do something like that!
At the law firm for which I work, we have an ongoing problem with ladies (and I use the term loosely indeed) who leave friendly deposits on the coal black seats. That you cannot see unless you catch a fortunate gleam of reflected light.
I’d rather an unflushed deposit than one I find by sitting on it, thanks.
I am willing to bet that it isn’t shit. it’s pee. Many women nowadays pee by squatting over the seat. This nearly always leaves urine on the seat. Although squating isn’t wrong, failure to clean and wipe the seat afterwards is pig behaviour.
In a home, women keep their bathrooms cleaner than men. However, in public restrooms, women tend to be pigs.
I am particularly amused by the “hover to pee, then wrap hand like a beehive to dab” women. They also refuse to flush in a public restroom for fear of germs.
Listen up! Just wipe the seat and sit down. No one’s going to actually kiss your ass anytime soon, and that seat is probably cleaner than your kitchen counter. Normal urine is sterile, and your (unbroken) skin is a fairly effective germ barrier. Then when you’ve completed your business, flush the freaking toilet and wash your hands with soap and water before you pick your nose. Problem solved.
I especially like telling these people about the vast quantities of mold and fungus spores they breathe directly into their lungs on a daily basis.
Yeah, but if I do that at home, there gets to be this disgusting ring of pee-sediment really darn quickly. I guess I’m supposed to ignore my disgust for the sake of the birdies and fishies?
I notice the lack of flushing in every public bathroom and I don’t understand it.
Once, many years ago, I worked for a few months as a janitor at a local civic auditorium. When I started, I was warned by others that the women’s rooms were always far worse than the men’s rooms. I didn’t believe them at first but damned if it wasn’t true. Night after night, the women’s rooms looked like a bomb had hit them. For some reason they never seemed to want to use waste baskets and the floor was always littered with paper. There would always be those toilet paper rings on the seats as well, which it seems they would never dispose of and the next person would just wipe the entire thing onto the floor and build aother one.
Then of course there was the squatting damage…and it wasn’t always urine…the less said the better.
Men’s rooms rarely ha anything on the floor and I almost never saw the TP rings on the seats. I think part of the reason is that men just spend a lot less time in the bathroom than women do. Men get in there, piss and leave (maybe 50% wash their hands, so there’s less paper). Men also go in solo instead of in pairs or groups, so there isn’t any talking or hanging out. They still don’t flush, though and I’'m still baffled by that. Why the aversion to flushing? I don’t get it.
Also, FYI for all the squatters and barrier builders out there…you can’t get anything from a toilet seat. As long as there isn’t any actual piss or fecal matter on them (in which case, just wipe them off) they’re perfectly safe to sit on.
Then- pee in the sink! At home- well if you’re the only dude who uses the toilet, and you don’t go that often, then there is an excuse to flush before going to bed or something, sure. But not at work, with a urinal.
