Reminds me of an episode of the Drew Carey Show in which, for some reason, the boys on the show were in a ladies room with a couch. One of them says, “Hey! Why doesn’t the MEN’S ROOM have a couch?” And Drew answers, “If it did… would you want to sit on it?”
As to why it’s there, I always assumed it was so women would have someplace comfortable to wait for one of the three stalls to come available after decamping to the ladies’ room in groups of eight.
I never flush someone else’s mess-I duck out as fast as I can…otherwise, I SWEAR I will start gagging…
I am very sensitive to horrible smells…
Is that you on the cover of Town & Country? Lounging on the fainting sofa that every true dowager must have? (the photo did remind me of you…) Yes - the women here are pigs too, so it’s a bi-coastal trend. Sigh - who raised these people, and can we sue?
May I just add that while us men are pigs, I have never seen anything as horrible as the Ladies toilets in the Macdonalds. They were cleaned every night, spruced up in the morning, but bby the time came to clean it again that evening, I swear, It looked like the shit faries had a field day in there. The worst was (Eve, please stop reading now) A used Tampon sitting on the toilet seat. Sanitary Pads were not enough for this evil bitch.
As someone who has crashed a few mens’ rooms in her day, (wait in line when there are no men in the men’s room, and no line there? BAH!) I can tell you that while it is true that some women are swine, men seem to attach pride to trashing a bathroom. At least when women miss the bowl, they only hit the toilet seat.
The sofa is for discussing dates in a comfortable manner under the guise of going to the bathroom. This is why we move in herds.
Enter iampunha, who went to boarding school and as such has known some of the more perverted people in the history of this country.
Someone took a shit one day. And left it there. Now, this wsn’t a floater. This thing was seriously over a foot long. No Colon-Cleaner or anything like that. Seriously, over a foot long and thick as most any other shit.
So enters my friend the not-so-bright but very popular. He gets a CAMERA to PHOTOGRAPH it. Mind you, he’d walked into the bathroom to take a shit, I presume. People are daring others to touch it and look at it. Finally I get to see it. Good fucking God did that thing reek.
The pictures came out. He showed friends of his who were female. And not all of them were disgusted.
You think that’s bad? I work at McDoanlds. We don’t get our own private bathroom for the employees…we’re forced to used the one for the public. I swear, I’ve never seen such disgusting pigs. There’s not a single day that there’s not feminine products on the floor, a dirty diaper left on the changing table (next to the trash can, of course), or soap covering the counter. My personal fave was the day we apparently ran out of toilet paper, so the woman decided to instead use regular paper, and smeared it across the wall. Let me tell you, not a pretty sight…
(But of course, as a manager, I got to make someone else clean it up…bwa ha ha!!!)
Pammipoo, that is pure evil. I worked at McDonalds for a while (see above)
the worst thing I ever saw in the mens (aside from the odd Truck Driver’s poo, obviously left to impress) whas the kid who, instead of putting his used paper in the bowl, threw it on the ground and set fire to it.
what a nice smell.
To continue the theme of icky McDonald’s restrooms, the one at the Frankfurt Hauptbahnhof was the grungiest ever. Not only was there various feminine hygiene products scattered around, unflushed toilets, ect., but you would often go in and find used syringes in there, complete with blood splatters on the wall! <shiver> I’m not so sure why I used to go in there so often, but I’m sure it had something to do with evil pay toilets located elsewhere.
I always thought, if I were going to commit suicide, I’d just hang out in that bathroom for an hour and OD on the various powders and fumes in the air there.
. . . And now you know why I only dine at the Russian Tea Room or “21” instead of McDonald’s . . . And Dinsdale, getcher hands offa my garters!
Those of you who leave, ummm, other peoples’ things [blushing furiously] in the toilet—aren’t you afraid that the people who see you coming out of the rest room will think it’s YOUR doing?
Um, wouldn’t a woman really have to try to miss the toilet? 
With guys, it can be as simple as slipping on (or getting thrown off balance trying to avoid) the big 'ol perpetual piss spot on the ground in front of the urinals.
Having worked at a couple different restraurants, as well as a McD’s and Pizza Hut as a teen, and having to clean the bathrooms in every one, I can tell you that women are just as sloppy as men in the bathrooms.
The worst thing about those jobs was when prankster kids would lock the stall doors from the inside, then slip under the locked door and leave. So if I wanted to clean the toilets, that meant I had to crawl on the nasty bathroom floor 4 times (once for each stall), in order to unlock them.
My bosses would always ask me to dump out the little metal tampon cans in the women’s room and I’d always say *FUCK NO. You’re going to have to pay me a helluva lot more than $5 or $6 an hour to expose myself to a nasty biohazard like that!
I thank the Invisible Pink Unicorn every day that I’ll never have to work a job like that again.
Hey!
All youse broads quitcher whinin,’ and grab a mop an’ plunger.
I’ve got one! Perhaps writing this down will banish it forever from my head. Probably not.
I worked at a mini-mart for a year before my first attempt at grad school. Liked the job a lot and often wish I could go back to it. Didn’t even really mind cleaning our two single toilet restrooms-- we kept them very clean to begin with, so most customers would leave them that way, aside from the unavoidable stuff like footprints, filled trash bins, etc.
Notice I stressed “most.”
One day, I grab the ladies’ room key and head out back to use said room. There are several kids clustered outside it, and one who exits the restroom in a rush as I open the door-- apparently they’d returned the key while she was still in there. I go in, slightly embarrassed that I’ve frightened this kid and grateful I didn’t actually surprise her on the toilet. My sympathy for the child is cut short as I become aware of some evil, foul smell. So I turn on the light (it’s pitch black up to this point), and I see shit smeared across the walls, all over the toilet, on the floor, and across the giant roll of toilet paper inside the dispenser. She must have actually opened the dispenser to do this.
I, being a mature and capable adult, immediately went back into the store and made my friend Dawn clean it up. Eeeeewww…
Well I guess we all know now that the answer to “Why the hell do chicks take so long in there” isn’t “because they’re cleaning up after themselves.”
Back in grad school, I remember someone actually had to put up a sign in the ladies room saying “Please Do Not Stand On The Toilet Seats”. There was an epidemic of shoe prints seen on the toilet seats. So either some women were taking their “hovering” to the extreme or they were hiding their smokes up in the ceiling tiles.
Women are pigs.
When I was in the active duty Air Force I was plumber. Let me add in another voice to the chorus here. Women are every bit as disgusting as men are when it comes to public washrooms. The main difference seems to be that while women have the potential for sanitary napkin messes and the like, men are far more apt to leave bits of wisdom and poetry for the edification of those who follow.
As far as my “most amazing thing you’ve seen in a toilet” story, there was one enormous turd left in a women’s room that was easily as big around as a soup can. I was amazed that it could come out of a human being.
After reading the things in this thread, the majority of which were things in the Women’s bathroom I have to ask the question ‘Why in the HELL would you ever sit down on the seat without looking?’ Which leads to the result, women look before they sit down, just like guys do, so the raised toilet seat issue is no longer a big one. In fact, it is best for us to leave the toilet seat up, so if a chick forgets to look, she will only sit in a bowl of relatively clean water at home, so as to condition her against this behavior, so she doesn’t forget to look and sit in some trully disgusting, and possibly dangerous situation in a public restroom.
We have “sprinklers” in our office, too. Whatinhell do some women find so repugnant about sitting on a toilet seat that they have to hover? Don’t they know what toilet seat covers are for?
And, Eve, you had better not let me hear you describe yourself as a “dowager” (or “Miss Prissy”) again! We’re the same age, after all, and I ain’t buying MYSELF a corset, a teacup poodle, or a monacle anytime soon!
Especially since I’m the type to look away, and not towards, traffic accidents with fatalities.
I think that this thread is actually MORE disgusting than the TMI thread. Seriously.
I don’t recall the last time I used a bathroom at McDonald’s. I CAN tell you that it’s going to be a long time before I use one again. I don’t care if my odds of not being traumatized are better because I’m male and women’s bathrooms are worse. I’m not taking any chances.
Like Guinastasia, I’ll not flush a “used” toilet, either, preferring instead to exit as quickly as possible. If I wanted to throw up for some reason, I’ll stick my finger down my throat.
Maybe my ass is too huge, but I find that sitting on a seatless toilet does not mean that I simply “sit in a bowl of relatively clean water.” Some of my skin hits the rim, which, I am sorry to report, is not exactly a pristine surface at my house.
Actually, I’m married to someone who sits as much as stands, so I rarely have this experience. Also, I do turn the light on and look before arranging my ass over said appliance.
As a young and misguided youth, a friend of mine would accompany me to the local public park, where we would throw wet balls of toilet paper around the bathroom. This was great entertainment for a couple of 10 year olds, until one day one of us got the brilliant idea of dumping all of the bags of dog waste that were left from the weekend picnics at the park into one of the toilets. It made a huge pile of Cleveland (just an expression, everybody) that rose well above the water line.
We were such stupid kids.