now i heard just the opposite. i’ve been informed that the first stall is the least popular because it’s closest to the door and the sinks.
when i was in college, we had stalls in the bathroom. so when i had to… violate the integrity of the room, and someone was in the other stall, i’d wait until she left. most of the other girls would wait to, and if we were both waiting for the other one to leave, well, let’s just say it could take a while!
my office has two ladies’ rooms, each with a single toilet. i too, avoid shitting at work whenever possible, and when it is absolutely unavoidable, i have the deceny to leave the light/vent on and close the door afterward to avoid sharing my scent, and then i get back to my desk asap. however some others are not nearly so considerate. someone bought a cheap bottle of strawberry air freshener a while ago. let me tell you, the damn air freshener is worse than the shit is. everytime the odor of feces and artifical berries permeates the room, all the women know exactly what’s going on. the funny thing is the guys are usually asking what the smell is. oh, if they only knew.
what i want to know ladies and gentlemen is when you walk into a bathroom at work after someone has made the paint on the walls peel, do you wonder who did it?
If I gotta go, I go. But I’d prefer if no-one else was in the toilet (or, ‘bathroom’ if you prefer) when I poop. Also, if someone comes into the bathroom at work while I’m pooping, then I’ll stay inside the stall until they’ve left. Just to avoid having to make small talk as I sally forth from the cubicle.
“So… you having a good day”
“Well, I just took a satisfying dump, so I guess I can’t complain. Yourself?”
::shudder::
I’m male and I wad. Kind of a loose fold. And none of this 1-4 squares - if I’ve pooped, then I’m gonna wad up at least 10 squares. Anything short of a double-ply-floral-printed-poo-smeared-toilet-paper ball that’s going to clog the system up. As a friend once put it, “I don’t double-dip”.
Here’s a handy tip if you want to avoid splash-sound and (ewww!) splash-back: before I sit, I throw paper into the bowl. Muffles the sound nicely and catches the, umm, poop, before it splashes.
There’s a sound associated with removing a tampon?! What’s tha… actually, do I want to know? :eek:
The wrapper noise from the new one is quite distinctive.
My college roomate refused to do anything that would reveal essential humanity (except, I suppose, eat) anywhere but in the privacy of “her” stall in our communal bathroom. She wouldn’t sneak a fart, she wouldn’t even pee in somebody else’s bathroom, or a public one. She wouldn’t do anything when anyone was in the bathroom, either, so I’m really not sure how she managed for four years. I think she’d allow herself to pee if the other person was in the shower with the water running, but I’m pretty sure crapping was off limits in anything but complete and utter privacy.
I, on the other hand, will wait a bit to allow my neighbor to clear out, but that’s it.
And I crinkle.
And I cannot believe some of you actually use both sides.
Well, you can’t use both sides if you crinkle, but if you fold, why leave a whole side unused? Actually, I rarely refold and use the TP again unless it was a light load. Sometimes, if I get that fantastic “one wipe dump” then I refold a refolded TP and double check the area.
I have so many defecation hangups that it’s not even funny.
The answer is NO on office pooping.
The answer was NO on dorm pooping…it can’t be “semi-personal” for me…gotta be complete solitude or complete anonymity. I would walk about a mile to the mall to poop in relative comfort.
I also can’t poop around boys…sigh the one time I lived with boys my life was just hell.
I managed to get through all 12 years of school (and kindergarten) without ever once having to resort to the embarrassment of stinking up the bathroom or producing loud farts in order to poop. Being that I wasn’t a particularly popular student and that my family had its hang-ups with me over using the bathroom, I was very insecure about using toilets outside of the home for pooping. Had the kids at school seen that I was the one in the stall they surely would have had a heyday with me.
Same here. One day at work I was very desperate to take a dump. Rather than go into the restroom there I drove home over four miles on my lunch to take care of my comfort needs.
Sorry for the third consecutive post, I’ve just come up with a lot of things for this topic since it has bothered me all my life.
There was a time about 11 years ago when I was with my then-girlfriend who was visiting one of her friends. I was in desperate need to crap and we were about 25 miles away from where I lived, so there was no chance for me to get home in order to take care of it there. As much as I hated to do it, I had to ask my GF’s friend to use her bathroom. Fearing that the toilet might clog or otherwise not flush is just one of the many reasons I hate to use anyone else’s toilet for number two. Sure enough, the toilet clogged on me, (further strengthening my resolve to avoid using other people’s toilets for number two unless absolutely necessary) and the evidence of my bodily discharge was floating there in the bowl going nowhere, stinking up the bathroom. Luckily I managed to locate a plunger and was able to get rid of the otherwise unflushed evidence.
Wow I had never heard of crinkling before I read this! I only ever thought people folded.
Yes - I use the ladies’ at work, but hate it. But my home bathroom has the dodgiest plumbing, and even a medium sized one frequently blocks it (even if you flush before you using paper).
But here’s a tip: I don’t know why it works but it does: if you feel really embarrassed going, squeeze your eyes shut and put your fingers in your ears. God knows why it works but it does. It’s like your senses shut off, and your brain thinks, if I can’t hear, then no one else can too.
I use this method when I’m in one of those awful situations where you go into the cubicle, then you realise there’s someone else in one further along, and they’ve stopped whatever they were doing because you’re there, and there’s this total silence, and you know that one of you has to bit the bullet and get the deed done and then make tactfully loud hand-washing and door-closing noises to liberate the other one to finish their business.
It’s ridiculous really. I sit in there thinking, I’m human, we’re all human, we all do this daily. But it doesn’t make the process any less nightmarish.
It’s a good tip, the problem is that if I don’t precisely measure the pressure I put on my colon, I’m apt to let out such a noise that people outside the bathroom would give me funny looks once I’m finished.
I’ve already given my answers, but I feel the need to reiterate: I’m female and I poop wherever I have to without embarrassment!
Two things spring to mind, both of them off-topic but I’m going to type them anyway:
The brilliant person who walks into a public toilet and announces “It stinks in here,” presumably so that everyone knows that the place already stank and they are not the culprit.
When I lived in college dorms, we had two-man rooms that shared a bathroom between each two rooms. A friend of mine shared a bathroom with a deaf student. Not to make fun of the deaf, but…when he was in there defecating he had no idea the sounds he was making, and my friend had to listen to his grunts, etc.
Number 1 is right on target! I literally just experienced that moron. I was using the urinal though, but still, that guy pisses me off more than the guy who thinks he’s being sneaky and quiet while he flogs the bishop in the stall.
Number 2, reminds me of a joke, although unPC I can’t help but share it…
Q. Why do farts smell?
A. So deaf people can enjoy them!
In reference to those who confessed fear and embarrassment concerning melodious biorhythms when on the pot, my mother always flushes the toilet when she poops in public, so as to mask any untoward noise. This method does get more complicated, however, with automatic flushing toilets. I think this method also eliminates a lot of the also untoward smell factor by dispensing immediately with waste materials.
My husband crinkles/wads. I fold. I can’t see how you could get the job done with a wad.
I have gone #2 in public restrooms before, but I absolutely hate it and it’s only been in the last 6 or 7 years that I’ve even been capable of it. If there is any possible alternative, I will take it. Something about having other people able to hear/smell/etc when I go doodoo is just too disturbing and humiliating.
At home, I have to run the fan (or if there is no fan, run the water in the sink) for sound cover.
I grab the end square, unroll until the sagging middle part is almost to the floor, then tear it off. So I have a piece that is as long as the distance from the roll to the floor x 2. Then I wrap it around my hand, then pull my hand out… voila! foled into a nice even pad. The thing that freaks me out about crinkle/wadding is that… well… you could have gaps! not big open places, but just places where the paper didn’t overlap so much as butt into itself and so like… a finger could go sliding right through or something… eeeewww. I like to know I’ve got a decent barrier between my hand and doodie.
