Why, so they can’t smell you? :dubious:
So they’ll know where I am. Most callers are a lot less talkative when they know I’m taking a crap.
Courtesy flushes do little for odor abatement. The offending elements are largely airborne, and shit sinks. Doesen’t it?
But go ahead and splash that shitty water up on your butt. :eek:
I simply don’t answer my cellphone when I’m taking a shit.
I dunno, it works for me. :rolleyes:
I wouldn’t either, but my cell is the company’s means to contact me if an emergency arises. The tradeoff, and it’s a pretty generous one, is that I can use it for personal calls. If there’s no crisis, I flush.
Am I pissing off the toilaphobes here? I sure hope not.
Now there’s ads for peace paraphanalia! Go figure.
Peace,
mangeorge
Wow, and I thought I had a lot of weird quirks. No, it doesn’t bother me, chances are I wouldn’t even notice. And I like sitting in a chair after someone’s warmed it up, especially in winter. Free heating! This is especially true for big overstuffed recliners and big burly guys.
I get a little embarassed when a person goes to sit in a chair I’d been previously sitting in for a while and I know is still warm. As if they’d be thinking, “Goddamn! Does your body retain any heat or does it all just dissipate through your ass?”