Personally, I don’t give a tiny rat’s ass what you’re doing in there. Sit, stand, get down on all fours, do a handstand, whatever.
All I ask are three simple things:
Yes. The environment is more important than your petty sensibilities.
I just went in to the bathroom and flushed the clean toilet water down in protest over the stupidity of this.
I will continue to flush the toilet every time I walk by the bathroom for the rest of the day in protest over your sick and disturbing insistence on leaving your piss for others to flush.
You do realize that you aren’t even saving any water, right? The person who comes in after you flushes it in disgust before they use it.
The stupidity of this is simply unbelievable.
The crippled stall is the Cadillac.
You do realize that everytime you uneccesarily flush, a dead climate denier gets his wings, don’t you?
This thread is why I go before I leave the house.
How do you know she didn’t need the handicapped stall in addition to making a phone call?
I think this is the first time I’m agreeing with Debaser about anything.
So …
+1!
I’m not the person you’re responding to, but I knew it because the bitch was sitting on the LID of the seat. That particular restaurant had a toilet with a lid on it in the handicapped stall. The gap between door and wall was wide enough that I could clearly see her sitting on the lid, playing on her electronic device, with her pants on and sitting on the lid. The bathroom even had a couch in it (guys, in case you’re wondering, this is for nursing moms, mostly) for crying out loud!
This has happened more than once…I see women texting or whatever in the handicapped stall. It’s like they can’t do this stuff at the table.
What the fuck were you doing trying to spy on someone who, you should have assumed, was on the toilet?
I was checking to see if someone was, indeed, in the stall. Some people think it’s hilarious to go into a stall, lock it, then crawl under the door or climb over the top, leaving a locked but empty stall.
The gap between the stall door and stall wall was wide enough that I could see the woman in the stall, see that her pants were not pulled down, and see that she was sitting on the lid of the toilet. And I could clearly see that she was playing with an electronic device. I wasn’t spying on her, I was checking to see if the stall was actually in use.
Also, in this particular case, she tried to excuse herself by saying that she “never saw anyone using a handicapped stall” and that if she’d known I was waiting for it, that she would have come out. My spoken reply was considerably milder than what I thought.
Why did YOU assume that I was spying, instead of checking availability?
I don’t know…the fact that no one’s made you the toilet cop.
One day you’re going to find yourself facing a Peeping Tammy charge, and you’ll have no one but yourself yourself to blame, you nosy little pervert.
Well, I’m glad your spoken reply was milder and, in this instance, it’s clear from her statements that she hadn’t also used the stall. But it’s not out of the realm of possibility that someone would use the stall and then (inconsiderately, yes) stay in there doing other stuff. I think a simple, “Excuse me? I need to go” is a whole lot more civilized than threatening to crack someone across the mouth. This isn’t the first time I’ve read Annie-Xmas state that she wanted to/would have done that and it seems to be a pretty aggressive way of responding to something that you are assuming about someone—i.e., that she didn’t have a legitimate reason for using the larger stall.
Eh, if I was actually watching someone for more than a second, I think that someone could make a case that I’m trying to be a toilet cop or a Peeping Tammy. However, as I’m only looking for a second, obviously mobility impaired, and I have a frigging handicapped plate or placard on the car that I used (one of each), then I think that I can easily argue that I’m only trying to see if the stall that I can actually use is truly occupied. If I’m ever really brought up on peeping charges, I can get a note from my doctor, detailing my problems.
The peepers in the women’s rooms tend to be curious little kids, peering under the door. And generally those kids are boys, not girls.
It seems pretty aggressive until you have to go, and then you have to wait for five minutes while some entitled bint texts everyone she knows. And if you don’t say anything, there’s no telling when she’ll come out.
I really think that some people, and even some posters, would be happier if only the most completely able-bodied ever appeared in public. You know, like in the good old days.
Which I was I said that, yes, you (general you. One) should say something.
I’m a strong advocate for disability rights and inclusion—really, it was what I did for the first half of my career and I have had a disabling condition in the past—but this, from another thread about the subject doesn’t advance the cause one bit:
Then again, accusing someone who is checking for stall availability of being a peeping pervert doesn’t advance any cause, ever. 
I knew exactly what you meant. I have to do this pretty much every time (or a large percentage of the time) I need to use the bathroom in public. Don’t pay any mind to Kimmy Gibbler, she has a habit of declaring people “toilet cops”. She also considers herself “disabled” because she has the tendency to develop hemorroids (her words, not mine).
Him. But all this rest of this is essentially correct. (Well, it’s also spelled “hemorrhoids.”)
I know, and goshgeezwhilickers, your well thought out and reasoned response has just crushed me. Man, I mean, you wasted a whole dollar fifty two of your own companies water. Boy- that taught me a lesson. I am chastised. 
But, just so as I can inject a little reality in this, let us go back to my post #88 where I showed that when you pee in a urinal you **won’t **splash the other guy’s urine on you?
Now, I know this all stems from not too long ago, when Mumseydearesy caught you two scalawags playing “sword fight” with your tiny tinklers. She screamed and called you a naughty, nasty, filthy little child. And, there was punishment, but since this is not one of “those” message boards we will simply mention the wire hangers and leave it at that. You have since then thought of all “bathroom functions” and indeed your own 'equipment" as "nasty & filthy. " Poor guy- therapy is **so **expensive.
But let me abuse you of a few notions. Altho you will not splash the other dude’s urine on you if you tinkle in his tinkle juice, you will:
**1. Pee on your own leg. Yes, your nasty filthy tinkle pee-pee is on you now as we speak.:eek:
Not be able to not mix your precious pee-pee with the other nasty stuff no matter how many times you flush, as flushing does not get rid of it all. :eek:
You are stepping in other dudes urine. The urine is on the bottom of your shoes, which means you have tracked it into your very own home. **:eek:
I am sorry, dude. Now, I know this will send you sobbing into the comfort of your bed when you will whimper in a catatonic position and suck your thumb, but it had to be said.
So do you get a handicap placard from your doctor to park in handicapped parking? Such hardships.
Fuck. Hemorrhoids are a nuisance that I deal with as a relatively insignificant side effect from my spinal cord injury and I would NEVER consider having them alone as a “disability”.