I really don’t like a porcelain Santa or a picture of grandma starring directly at my crotch when using the bathroom. Some of us do not spend all of our bathroom time sitting down with our backs turned to grandma.
As a child, I distinctly remember being freaked out by the porcelain-bodied, ruffle-skirted flaminco dancer doll staring intently at me with her glass-eyed stare as I did my business in Gramma’s bathroom (the frilly skirt concealed a spare roll of toilet paper).
((shudder))
I once went into a bathroom in front of a fish. It was one of those damn singing bass things. It would activate when it detected movement. Just as I flushed… “take me to the riiiiiver”.
Damn scary fish.
Look, those raging toilet gods don’t appease themselves, you know!
Wow. As a female, I have to say I would have NEVER thought of this as a potential problem. OTOH, I don’t think I would ever place a picture or figurine on a toilet tank. I have a little wire basket with soaps in it.
I’ve complained and it brought forth something I enjoy spending time with. It’s a picture of an annoyed cat sitting in a boat which is in front of a house like you might see one some Greek island. We’ve formed this bond, the cat and I.
I wonder where that cat is now?
Working in property management, I can tell you a lotof those nick-nacks an baubles fall into the toilet unnoticed, get flushed, and it’s costly to get them out.
That’s why my bathroom had nothing in it but old comic books. Until I got married. Now we look like we own stock in Hummel. I feel like I’m going to the bathroom with a crowd.
I have a plant on my toilet tank. My daughter has a model of the Thomas Point Light. I’m not much into knickie-knacks - too much to dust. So my bathroom is a potty-friendly zone.
I should probably move the bunnies, huh? Sorry guys, that never even occured to me! (Although it should be noted that right next to the bunnies is a stack of Cecil Adams books - can I keep those in there?)
I have a mental picture, and it features you facing in the *wrong direction. * Anyone else get that? Or is Santa kinda leaning over your shoulder?
Nope, 'cause if he’s a guy and standing to pee, the figurines and photos are facing him.
What’s on top of my toilet tank? Extra toilet paper, feminine products and (I had to go check) makeup sponges. Nothing to stare at you.
I’ve got a plant – and a plastic dragon from the dollar store. Is it a matter of any more or less biomorphic figure watching, or does it have to be humanoid or “cute” for it to be creepy?
Sorry, guess I was thrown by terminology. He’s staring at your *<<euphemism>>, * not your crotch.
Mrs._clubber has some of that stuff - what I hate is having to move them all to get inside the tank to mess with the flapper when it keeps running.
Uhh, where the hell is YOUR euphemism if it’s not in your crotch?
Well, according to the emails I keep getting, my *<<euphemism>> * must be so small as to be invisible at 2 paces.
I have a couple of candles, my glasses case, and a makeup bag. Said makeup bag actually fell in the bowl yesterday. Thankfully, it was done up.
I have a little shelf with my deodorant and stuff in my bathroom. My mothers bathroom is like peeing into the ocean: Sand and shells on the tank.
While we’re at it, don’t put on those toilet lid covers, either. When the seat comes down my choice is to either pee on the seat as it travels by, or catch it and pee on the floor because of the sudden movement. Now that you’ve been warned, the Be A Sweetie And Wipe The Seatie rule no longer holds.
Don’t forget the brilliant apartment designers who place the toilet next to the sink, with the mirror extending all the way behind both.
I mean, “know thyself” is one thing; but I don’t really need to see it in action.