This made me laugh till I just about cried. It reminded me so vividly of walking in on a cat using the litterbox. Audience? Do not want!
School: No. There were stalls in the boys’ toilets, but nobody would ever use them for fear of being identified as, you know, a pooper.
Army: Usually there were stalls. Not a lot of modesty at that point, people thought nothing of another pair of feet visible on each side. Time management and all.
However, this one time at Army camp (actually NTC at Ft. Irwin), the facilities consisted entirely of 2 rows of 20 thrones, no partitions whatsoever. Thank god the rows were back to back and not facing each other. Every day at 7:30am after breakfast there were 40 bare asses and 40 newspapers sitting there, sounding not unlike a tuba chamber orchestra tuning up. There was no avoiding it. And the worst was the chatty guys… “So, how’s it going?” “Um, fine, just dropping a hodge, how about you?” :rolleyes:
This is part of* All Quiet On The Western Front*. The narrator looks back laughingly at how uptight everyone was about taking a group dump when they got to basic training. As veterans, three of them would pull the port-a-johns into a circle and balance a table on their knees to play cards as they fired off a fudge round.
All my school bathrooms had doors on the stalls. We did have to shower together in gym class, though.
There is a popular park here where 1) There are no doors on the stalls. 2) Everything, including the toilet seat, is made of stainless steel (brisk and refreshing!) and 3) There is no soap at the sinks and no towels.
Somehow I think they might be trying to discourage one from lingering.
One reason was that in some cases there was only cold water. At least, this is how it was at Emerson Junior High (now Middle) School circa 1970.
Through all my 12 years in the LA Unified School District, I never once saw a Boys’ bathroom that had doors on the stalls. I can only remember one time I couldn’t wait until I got home, during later elementary school. Oddly, trouble came in the form of several younger kids from about two grades lower. They went in the adjoining stalls, stood up on the toilet and tissue dispensers, and just looked down on me, giggling, while I shit. Or is it shat?
Makes no sense anymore to call college high school with ash trays, but maybe we can call it high school with men’s room stall doors!
In 2005 when I was there, the LSA at Fort Irwin had a flap that hung down to thigh level (when sitting) and was about 6 inches in front of your face. Oh, the grafiti! It was great picking a new shitter every day to read the ramblings of previous passers-by, almost like the sunday comics. You’d draw your edition, flush, and be on your way.
In the military, any privacy for personal functions is lost. I’ll never forget the time we’re all in formation in basic training, about to leave the range. The DS is checking everyone for stolen ammo (as is procedure) and one girl goes “No brass, no ammo, but I shit myself, Drill Sergeant!” and he goes “What, AGAIN?!”
me too! heard it called just about everything, even “turtle head” but never grogan! Thats hilarious!
Back to the subject. I’d sooner wear a diaper to school and poop my pants than pinch a “loaf” out where any one walking in could see. I have issue with that . Thats crazy that a school would have such a sorry bathroom set up 
This is horrifying. I have issues around these things. I don’t even like to say those words, much less do those things around other people. Chalk me up on the list of people who frequently dream about such horrors.
I am kind of jealous of the people who don’t think it’s that big of a deal. Sounds like the majority of you had some kind of pooping exposure therapy in the Army. It would be wonderful not to care.
Class of 2003. Our restrooms had stalls with doors, but the locker room was a different story. There were 3 toilets in stalls, but without doors. Hardly anybody ever used them for #2 (I never did), certainly not while everybody was changing. For that matter we didn’t shower or change underwear either (it was also considered “gay” to have both your shirt and shorts off at the same time). One also had to walk past the toilets to get to the storage room where the balls were kept. The female PE teacher (late 40s, early 50s) thought nothing of going into the boys’ lockerroom in the middle of class to get something. She did occasionly catch guys who stayed behind to shit. One time (one of the rare times the showers were actually used) she caught 3 football players walking out of the showers, buck naked, one of whom was bragging about how much head he was getting from his GF since he shaved his pubic hair :eek: .
Back in the early 1990s I took a little trip to Texas. We were driving along and hit the rest stop - rest of the guys had to pee, I had to poop. Walked into the men’s room and there are no stalls, just toilets right up against the wall. It was the middle of the day and a bit crowded.
My first thought was “You have got to be f’ing kidding me” but I had to go pretty badly and there was no way I’d make it another 50 miles down the road, so I dropped trou, sat down and did my business. Kept talking with some of the guys I was travelling with, too.
Man that was an unpleasant experience but when you got to go, you got to go.
By comparison, pooping into a hefty bag at 2am during a snowfall (I was winter camping) was fun.
I went to Camp Wabanna for a week and that’s how the toilets were there. I honestly don’t remember taking a dump the entire time I was there, although I’m sure I would have had to at some point. Especially with all the bullshit they were feeding us.
I don’t mind communal showers, in fact I prefer them to individual shower stalls. But a communal dump? No way.
I was thrown in the “Drunk Tank” once. The floor of the cell was literally wall-to-wall with detainees and the only real estate I could find was right beside the toilet, which was an unpartitioned, single-piece unit smack-dab in the middle of the cell.
There was no shortage of poop-happy contributors that night, gag
Add me to the list of people for whom this thread sounds like a bad dream. I’ve heard (although, thnakfully, never experienced) that, when someone in the holding cell of the jail has to shit in the exposed toilet, the others will form a circle around him (facing out, naturally) in order to create some privacy.
ETA: Ironically, Shamozzle is describing the type of toilet I’m talking about.
I’m collecting all the new euphemisms I’m finding in this thread.
Beaming down a Shatner
Dropping a hodge
Firing off a fudge round
I’m gonna’ send them to my son, who’s in the Navy. His favorites: Droppin’ the kids off at the pool and launching an ass rocket.
Sorry for the hijack. Carry on. So to speak.
I’m under the impression that multi-day, “Big Wall” rock climbers are fond of the term “mud falcon”.
Be sure to add ‘swinging a monkey tail’ and ‘stocking the pond with brown trout’ to the list.
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I went to high school in the Twin Cities in the early 1990’s. The girls’ restrooms there were nothing remarkable–puky mauve stalls and doors. I was an editor of the school paper, and during my senior year I got permission to go into one of the boys’ bathrooms to take a photograph of the toilet paper dispenser to go along with a story (someone had lit one on fire, IIRC.) I was surprised to discover that there were no stall doors for the boys! (No wonder they were lighting TP on fire.) I asked some of my male friends about it, and they said no one used the toilets–they just held it until they got home. Actually, I tended to do the same thing…even the relative privacy of the girls’ bathrooms did not make for a leisurely place of repose, especially with only 3-4 minutes between classes.
The school was built in 1968, if that makes a difference. Maybe guys were more open poopers back then.
I student taught at a very bad high school in the substandard government subsidized living quarters for the economically disadvantaged(slums).
So many drugs were being smoked in the bathrooms, they removed the doors and the stalls. Essentially, only a turn around a corner hid the guys(and girls I think) from people watching them dump.
To my knowledge, no one dumped at school. They also didn’t do drugs at school(or come very often).
Right, I mean it’s a fucking shitter, you come there to shit. Now, I admit I prefer to take my time and read and that is something I prefer not to do out in the open, but if you got to go, you got to go, as Valgard sez.
I think it goes deeper than simple soical anxiety. I think that some people are responding to a deep, natural instinct of vulnerability.
For such people, I’d suggest they try what guys in prison learn to do, and take one leg fully out of their trousers, and see if they don’t feel a little safer.