It happens to me every now and then: I need to make both #1 and #2. So I sit on the toilet and, naturally, read a book. Next thing I know there’s a puddle at my feet – I was so preoccupied with what I was reading that I was not careful enough directing the urinary stream, and it struck the rim of the toilet bowl and spilled over.
I’m sure this never happens to women, for obvious reasons.
grumble grumblelying husband and kid grumble grumble like I can’t identify pee while cleaning grumble grumble should clean up their own disgusting mess darnit.
Depends. With enough force behind the stream and not being careful about the angle of the pelvis, one certainly could manage to angle it out of the bowl.
Just once, a couple of years ago. Unfortunately, didn’t realize anything was amiss until I stood up. It had all gone right over the edge, and into my pants.
No. But don’t #2s usually come with #1s in tow? I know that for me, at any rate, 90% of the time I shit I let at least a little pee flow, so I generally make sure to tuck my member in and keep him pointed down whenever I use the toilet.
This only ever happened to me when I started working at the place I’m at now. For whatever reason, the semi-public bathroom we have near the reception desk has one stall, and its seat has what I would consider to be absurdly high bumpers underneath, which allow the seat to sit a good inch above the bowl. Well, upon sitting down and having not paid enough attention to this particular detail – well, suffice it to say, I had to sneak back to my desk and make sure I didn’t get up for a good hour or so, lest I have to explain how I managed to wet the back of my pants. (For the record, yes, I did use half a ream of paper towels and a gallon of water cleaning my pants off, so the spot was much larger than it was originally.)
I use the staff washroom now. It has a normal toilet.
For women , it can also happen quite easily if the toilet bowl is much shorter (rounder) than they are used to - I had to concentrate to get the right angle at my parent’s new house, with it’s very old, circular toilet bowls. I’m used to long ovals. Whoops.
I did this a few months ago but because my pants and undies were down around my ankles, the undies took the brunt of the misaimed stream. And I didn’t notice till I pulled them up. I went commando the rest of the day.
Been there. Wasn’t paying attention, and had a little dribble go the wrong way. Thankfully, my coat covered it up.
Then there are those times when you have to go so bad (say, after holding it for the longest time and then you finally find the urinal), you just let loose the firehose in the urinal–and some of the backsplash gets on ya. I mean, not like a full soaking pee, but the little droplets ‘o’ pee that bounce off the porcelain and onto your tie. :mad:
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Final thought: Am I the only guy around here that still uses TP to cover the seat before lowering my arse onto it?
This is one reason that I hate the kind of seats they always seem to have on public toilets, where the seat is an inverted “U” is you’re looking at it from the front. Also, they recently renovated the bathrooms at work (which have the inverted-U seats) and the new toilets, rather than having the rim of the bowl be the same all the way around, have the front portion beveled. Which means that the chances of certain parts escaping while engaged in their customary job is increased exponentially.
I reckon this is the difference between a shower and a grower. I couldn’t possibly piss outside the bowl whilst I sit unless I had an erection (at which point trying to leak is like passing toothpaste). And the putting TP on a seat thing never made much sense to me. How many dirty places do your ass cheeks go in a day? Usually it’s out of bed, into the shower, into clean boxers, and back to bed right? A quick glance in the reflection of the seat can tell you if it’s been cleaned recently or pissed upon. But do you think twice about pushing an elevator button, or holding railing, or opening a door? Coughing, booger digging, any range of uncouth occupations are producing grubby hands touching public things all day long. I’ve given up.
Well, you raise a point. When I’m at home, I know what assholes frequent my loo, so I’m not worried. But when I’m at work or some other public place, I don’t know what assholes shit all over the place. (I couldn’t pass that tirade up).
I think it’s one thing my mother drilled into my head, “Yer gonna catch VD if you don’t use the TP!”
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Yes, I listened to my Mom, and it’s kept me a live so far. . .