And I can hold it when I only have to pee but (as I’ve mentioned on the board before) ever since my SCI I have suffered from horrible, chronic diarrhea that occasionally resists my (usually) reliable prophylactic treatment of large doses of Imodium and I can’t hold it when this happens. Thankfully this occurrence has become more and more rare the longer I have lived with the condition and developed ways of handling it but when it strikes there is nothing I can do but hope the fucking stall is available.
And the reason why people who actually need handicapped stalls don’t go out as often is because of people like you. As someone else said, YOU aren’t the one who will suffer the consequences if someone else needs that stall in a hurry.
This is a problem in women’s rooms, too. I’ll go into a stall, and see the three holes where there USED to be a coat hook, for purses, coats, scarves, and whatever. Now they are gone. I don’t know why. I hate putting my purse and especially my wrap on the floor.
At 42, it hasn’t happened yet. Let’s just say it happens tomorrow. Statistically, I’ve got another 42 years before that happens again. And ironically, at that age, I’ll be eligible for the HC stall myself. And hey, who knows? Maybe I might be the one shitting my pants because some young punk was using the stall.
If I go to my grave making only one man shit his pants; I’m at peace with that.
Can’t believe this hasn’t been mentioned yet, but, smoking! I only say this cause I grew up with two parents who smoked around me incessantly all the time. That and I’ve never come across a considerate smoker in my lifetime. Not once.
I absolutely hate smoking but I’ve known a small number of considerate smokers, all of whom have since quit I think. Plus most that I’ve known have been in their teens or early 20s and that age group isn’t known for its consideration anyway.
People who started smoking well after it was common knowledge how harmful it is though, yeah, I do think a bit less of them. Not that it can’t be outweighed by good qualities, but it’s a few negative points.
I grew up with one very inconsiderate smoker parent. He quit as soon as he felt like it, well after I was an adult, and well after I asked him not to smoke around me and he declined. So while I was glad he quit, I was pretty pissed that it was apparently that easy for him (he quit on his first try with no stop smoking aid, and he was a HEAVY smoker for decades) and he just didn’t care enough to do it for my sister and me.
Your reply reminded me that I really hate parents that allow their children to occupy seats on public transport when all seats are full. Especially when they could either sit on their parent’s lap or at the least share one seat. Preferably, they could do what we did when I was young and stand to allow adults to sit.
Really? I need to see your armpit hair waving about? A grown man in either of these shirt situations just seems to be a bit…out of the loop I guess. Different strokes.
I’d like to say something about this. Even back when it was okay to smoke in restaurants I’d ask the people closest if they minded if I smoked. (Not in bars. Screw that; I’m on a mission.)
One time in a beauty shop (I can’t call it a salon without feeling like I’m trying to be all cosmo) the girl told me to go sit under a dryer now. Naturally I picked the one with an ashtray stand next to it. All the other chairs were vacant. The next woman to sit down sat right next to me, snurled her nose in disgust and asked me to put out my cigarette. I’m ashamed to say I did. But what I wanted to do was pick up the stand and knock her upside the head.
Which leads me to what I find rude. I haven’t read Emily Post’s Book of Etiquette but to paraphrase a line I read: A lady never makes someone else feel uncomfortable and out-of-place. The example given was, If a guest drinks from the fingerbowl then you do, too.
I think people who go out of their way to make other people feel small are rude, because it’s kind of soul-killing. I’m sorry to say I’ve sometimes been guilty.
Those “I’m young and you’re old” jibes, especially when interjected during a discussion wherein that young idiot is benefiting from my knowledge and experience.
Being called “miss” in a tone that implies I’m twelve. I’m almost thirty. I’m married. I go to bed at eleven o’clock on Friday nights. Family used to give me gift cards for Forever 21. Now I get gift cards to Lowes. Please, please just refrain from “miss.”
Hey man, most of our parents took us out in public when we were kids. I’m not paying a babysitter to go grocery shopping for an hour. But yeah, I make it a point to talk kid down or leave if it’s too bad. Tends to behave better in front of others, anyway.
As for accessible stalls - unfortunately, that’s where they tend to stick the diaper changing tables and have enough room for a snoozing kid in a stroller or (for the potty-training) enough room for my five foot self and a toddler. Seems like that would be against some rule or another, but there ya go. Use smaller stalls when I’m by myself.
One that hasn’t been fully covered - unsolicited advice. Especially things like, “You should eat salmon” and rambling things about alkaline water and how sugar is addictive and to switch to [insert sweetener of the month here]. I’m good, thanks.
And people who park their backpacks, computer cases, purses, jackets, and other shit on bus seats when other people are standing! I always ask them “Did you pay for that seat.” I once got on a bus when every seat was filled. A woman in the front had two children beside her and the stroller, blanket and toys spread out on both seats beside her. I walked up, pushed the things over to one seat and sat on the other. She screamed “Don’t touch my stuff. How dare you touch my stuff.”
I told her that if she didn’t pay for four seats, she could shut up.
And speaking of handicapped seats, why is it that young people think being addicted to their electronic devices entitles them to sit in the front. Twice I’ve had to ask one of them to move for this “elderly, handicapped person.” Once no one moved and the bus driver had to ask. Of course, when I sit down I tell them “When you get old and people treat you like shit, remember this moment.”
Agreed. I follow the law and the general rules of a polite society, so I’m doing all the things I ought to do. Please don’t tell me what I should or *shouldn’t *do. You’re more than welcome to share the woo makes you sleep better and sparkle prettier, but please keep your *you oughts *and *you shoulds *to yourself.
Do you ever start with asking people politely to move out of the way or move their things?
Things that I find rude and will make me look down on you:
Insane people who immediately start in with aggressive, shouting behavior or who paw other people’s belongings before giving them a chance to move.
You’re part of the problem, not part of the solution here, if the problem is rude and inconsiderate behavior in public.
Another thing I find rude: smokers who smoke where they’re not supposed to and`or throw their cigarette butts on the ground. I know, I know, it’s been complained about many times on these boards before.