At the bar I work at, the bathrooms are single-stall…one toilet per sex…and most of the time this isn’t a problem b/c it’s a very small bar, but occasionally the line backs up and men get creative if there are no women in line.
Now, unless the guy walks out of my bathroom and there are women waiting, I don’t really care; I’ve used men’s restrooms out of similar desperation as long as there are no men waiting. I can’t bitch about the condition of the men’s restroom if I borrow it, since I’m not supposed to be in there.
But I’ll be damned if I walk into my bathroom and find piss all over the seat, the floor, the walls…I’m pretty easy going and as long as I cannot tell a man was using my bathroom, I don’t give a fuck.
But the other night at work during a really busy shift, I walked into the bathroom for the second time that night and found piss all over the fucking seat and the floor. (Yeah, I’m the girl who grabs like thirty paper towels [to reduce ick factor] and wipes the seat off.) The toilet was, re the OP, unflushed and foamy.
Everybody knows that the only way for piss to foam is if it’s shot from above. Not woman-hovering-three-inches-above, either. (Because I know some women hover, and I know that can get messy, so I don’t always assume a man did it.) But only men can create foamy fucking piss.
So I’d had it.
I walked out of the bathroom, told the DJ to give me the fucking microphone, and announced to the entire bar, “OKAY. IF I SEE ANY MAN IN HERE WALK OUT OF THE WOMEN’S RESTROOM AGAIN TONIGHT, HE WILL BE IMMEDIATELY CUT OFF AND EJECTED OUT OF MY BAR. NO QUESTIONS ASKED. LADIES, I’M COUNTING ON YOU TO WATCH THAT BATHROOM LIKE A HAWK; IF YOU SEE A MAN GO IN THERE, I’LL BE WAITING FOR HIM WHEN HE COMES OUT. SWEAR TO GOD, PEOPLE! I’M OVER IT!”
All of the women started laughing and cheering, and most of the men had that half-amused, totally guilty look. You knew they’d all done it at one point or another–if not in my bar, than in some other–and not one of them had the nerve to go anywhere near the women’s restroom for the rest of the night.
Sometimes you just gotta make your problem everyone else’s problem, too.