This thread has actually succeeded in ruining a brand of whisky for me. 
I absolutely disagree. What if I was hard-wired not to flush? What if, as a child, I had an extremely traumatic experience with flushing a toilet and I just can’t bring myself to pusing the little lever? Is it then acceptable for me to just leave my big ol’ mess and say “Sorry honey, I just can’t flush the toilet.” By your logic, this would be acceptable, as the shit’s in the toilet.
However, I think most people would agree that this is not okay. And neither is leaving a floating turd or a considerable amount of shit residue in the toilet for the next person. Have you ever walked up to a toilet that’s had a shit nugget stuck to the bowl for a few hours? I have, and an olfactory treat it ain’t.
You live with other people, you need to cowboy up and get over any kind of “taboos” you might have about your shit in the toilet. If you’re man enough to wipe your own ass, you’re man enough to look down in the toilet and make sure it all went down; and if it didn’t, you need to have the stinkin’ courtesy to flush again, or poke it down with a damn toilet brush. I mean for pete’s sake, you presumably just stuck your fingertips into your asscrack with nothing but a thin layer of tissue paper, you most certainly can use a two-foot long piece of plastic to clean up the rest of your mess in the bowl.
I can quite see how he wouldn’t realize. I always close the toilet lid before flushing (a habit developed after reading Cecil’s immortal column on the subject). The default position for a toilet lid in our home is for it to be closed, which is more attractive, more hygenic, and less apt to have things fall into the bowl. This does mean that the occasional skid mark is left behind, but an extra flush takes care of it.
If it’s really an issue, I second WhyNot’s approach. Nothing is gained by turning it into a fight. Fix it so that he wants to help you out. And if it happens frequently, by all means invest in a new toilet.
I think **Happy Lendervedder **'s questions were very relevant, and need to be answered. Item (D), for example, seems forgiveable, while Item (A) should never be left for someone else to handle, unless you’re royalty and have cringing minions for that specific purpose.
I miss the old 3 gallon flush toilets… one rarely had these issues with them! One regular flush would neatly dispose of all waste material, scrub the sides of the bowl thoroughly, and even suck your hair and loose clothing towards the sewer if you stood too close.
With these stupid 1.6 gallon toilets, I have to flush 3 or 4 times and the job is still sometimes unfinished! So much for saving water.
Anyone know where you can buy the old 3 gallon toilets?
Maker’s Mark?
There’s a black market from Canada, if you really want one.
As well as your commode.
I’m going to just grin here rather than explain myself and realize I was being whooshed. 
← see?
Our workplace is plagued by it, but it’s a moody toilet at fault. Sometimes it flushes long and hard but sometimes it halfhearted does. I’ve come upon tampons (of course those don’t belong there anyway) and paper/brown muddy water. It’s grosses me out slightly but I just flush and go on with my business. I have thought about putting up a note, not because I am super grossed out but because I am embarrassed for them and even though they may never know I don’t think they would want someone to come upon that.
I feel vaguely nauseated now.
Well, I do thank you for all your replies. I can see that the opinions lean towards me unwadding my panties and getting over it, along with a reassuringly healthy serving of sympathy for my squeamishness.
To address a few things that have been raised:
I have in the past asked him to please check the toilet before leaving the room, but he just can’t seem to manage it. I’ve tried to make it a light-hearted, non-bitchy request, because he’s one of those guys that automatically refuses to do something if he thinks he’s being told, but that’s gotten me nowhere.
And for Happy Lendervedder, using your lettering:
A.) yes, but thankfully rarely
B.) no, not yet anyway
C.) no (thank god!)
D.) yes, this is the most frequent one
E.) yes, second most frequent
F.) yes
I can’t provide a photo because, well, that’s just gross.
Flushing repeatedly doesn’t necessarily take care of the problem, and anyway I feel it’s a terrible waste of water when a quick scrub by the pooper would obviate the need.
Intensifying the problem is that my husband’s poop is often quite smelly as well. I enter the bathroom with great trepidation when I know he’s been in recently. And if he had a curry and/or a few drinks the night before, well I’d almost rather go find a handy bush! However I know he can’t help that, so I don’t call him on it.
For Whynot - I suspect part of the issue is that his mother, while a kind, considerate and loving person, is also a tad indulgent. When we go to my inlaws my husband reverts back to his 12-year-old self, expecting to be waited on, and invariably it happens! I don’t know why, because both his parents are sharp, intelligent people. As I mentioned above, I have asked him nicely, he just doesn’t seem to think it’s important.
Also, he was a bachelor for a long time before we married, worked on oil rigs for many years (mostly-male environment) and shared a house with his mates until just a few years before we met. So that’s a lot of years of not having female sensibilities around to consider. I shudder to think of the state of the toilet during those years.
And OneCentStamp - I sincerely apologise!
Many thanks for all your opinions.
It’s OK; the makers of Laphroaig will thank you for the increased business. 
Old Turtlehead. Fermented for 8 hours in a paper-lined porcelain tank. 
Got three of them. Send me an email if you’re serious. And don’t call me Shirley.
I see. Good luck with the housebreaking!
Ah. Just stop feeding him. The problem will correct itself shortly.
Maker’s SkidMark
This made my day. Seriously!
Maybe that’s my problem. I don’t want to blame this thread or anything, but I spent last night trying in vain to unplug my toilet. It’s enough to make me want to move.
When the two of you go out to friends’ homes, does he leave shit in their bowls too?