DAmnit! Or tiramisu ice cream.
Mind you, I read your post first, then glanced around to see what caused the nasal ingestion of the shroom.
WHILE I had a mouthful of ice cream. Whereupon my eyes lit upon Giraffe’s answer, and I was enlightened, with painful effect.
You could, but it likely woudn’t do any good. People just think that things “other” people are supposed to do, are beneath them.
I’m still fuming about the morons in my apt building who think they’re too good to clean up after their dogs.
And would you believe that a woman at Fred Meyer actually came out of her stall, looked at me and walked right PAST the SINKS??? I mean, most people who aren’t going to wash their hands, sneak out while the other bathroom users are still in their stalls.
Wow. She’s a filthy pig and she didn’t care who knew it.
Sorry about resurrecting a semi-zombified thread, but I just got back from vacation and am only now catching up on my thread. Sure, anytime anyone thinks my stuff is worthy of printing out and keeping, I feel extremely honored. Or something.
And I’m glad that Lord Ashtar caught the Baby Plucky reference; I was hoping someone would.
I sure do wish the people that don’t flush would just get freaking run over by the Clue Bus (not killed by it, just smacked really really hard by it) and maybe they’d Get A Clue. sigh
Most men’s washrooms don’t; actually it’s regarded as a minor human rights issue, such that some institutions that want to flaunt their progressiveness can be persuaded to do so by install changing tables in the men’s as well.
(Not that I don’t think things would be much easier if we didn’t have gendered washrooms in the first place, but that’s a topic for another day.)
Then you get situations like the ongoing feud between the Toronto Star and whoever is responsible for the building in which the Passport Office sits.
The Star runs a column called The Fixer which draws attention to minor problems around the city–burnt-out streetlights and such–and applies publicity and phone calls to get them fixed.
A few weeks ago someone drew their attention to the fact that the Passport Office on Victoria Street in Toronto had a change table in the men’s washroom but not in the women’s.
The paper contacted Immigration. Immigration said, no, it’s not our problem, the Passport office is part of Foreign Affairs. Foreign Affairs said, no, the washroom isn’t ours, it’s maintained by the building’s property-management company. The Star contected the building’s owners, who said, “We just sold the building two days ago, and it’s no longer our problem.”
Last I read, they haven’t got to the bottom of who is responsible for what… or gotten a new change table installed. I’m sure there will be another update
Ooh, I like that idea. Then men can enjoy eau d’loaded diapers every time they go into a public washroom, too. Not that men don’t have smelly washrooms all on their own without the help of tots, I’m sure.
Not such a minor issue to my wife and me. We have twins who just turned 2 and a two month old.
I’ve never shied away from diaper changing duty. I have been prevented from doing so, though, by the aforementioned changing table disparity.
Every time I read threads like this I’m grateful for the people in my building. Oh, we have the occasional person who obviously has flushed, and their stuff just won’t go down, but no deliberately rude women, I guess.
I don’t know about the men, since I’ve never been in there.
On the opposite end of the spectrum are germophobes, and this place is full of 'em. I never see anyone touch a door handle with their bare hands, no matter where it is. A few people take this as far as telephone receivers - one woman swears that she was bitten by something hiding in one - soap dispensers and bathroom faucets. Not so much with that last one since the faucets in the men’s roomj have been replaced with the automatic ones.
There is one guy here who has to neatly spread out what looks like half a roll of toilet paper on the seat before he takes a crap. I only know this because he doesn’t always flush the strips. Flushing them doesn’t always work anyway, depending on what stall he used. I do have an idea of who the culprit is - the first guy I ever noticed not touching anything metal with his bare hands. He was the last one out of the men’s room when I encountered the half-roll of tp on the seat recently.
Heh. I said it was regarded as a minor human rights issue, not that it was.
My husband is usually the diaper changer when we are out together with our 10 month old. We’ve actually not run into any changing table disparity yet, but we don’t get out too much. Also, we usually change her in the car if possible, because changing tables themselves are so disgusting that we hate to put her on one.
I’m particularly fond of our local YMCA, which has family locker rooms – small rooms where moms can change their sons and fathers their daughters (or whole families, in your case) without making anyone uncomfortable due to age.
Perhaps NAW@W is a bit of a "germophobe’? And she doesn’t flush because she doesn’t want to have any part of her body actually touch :eek: the toilet?
Not defending either her lack of consideration or twisted logic, but it’s just what occured to me upon reading your description, DogMom.
Perhaps if you explained how she’s contributing to the overall germ problem?
Or perhaps explain the whole fecal mist issue so she stops using the bathroom completely?
(Of course then she’d probably find somewhere else to go. Like the closet. :eek: )
My wife has a friend who refuses to wash her hands after she pees. She says that since she didn’t pee on them she shouldn’t have to wash them. I think that’s just nasty.
She also doesn’t clean the toilet bowl at her home. Ever. My wife wonders why I don’t like to spend to much time at her friend’s place. She also has cats and never dusts.