One day at our high school my friend walked into a ladies room stall and walked right back out. She said “Juicy, don’t go in there. Just don’t.”
Apparently someone (well, obviously a high-school girl), had a soiled “feminine napkin.” (I’m trying to be as delicate as I can here.) Instead of, you know, folding it up into multiple layers of TP and depositing it into the receptacle for such things like a normal human being, she opened it wide up and stuck it to the back of the stall door.
Every automatic flush toilet I have ever seen also has a manual flush or a way to trigger it if it doesn’t work on it’s own. Sometimes it’s just waving your hand in front of the wall sensor, sometimes it’s a button or knob on the plumbing (smaller than a typical handle, but works the same damn way). Use a couple of brain cells and figure it out - it’s not that hard to do. I never leave a stall without ensuring that the toilet has flushed (though I admit to abandoning one after 2-3 flushes and the damn pressure simply isn’t high enough to succeed…at that point, it’s not my problem).
Ah. Terminology. In case anyone is confused, cubicle is what we call rest room stalls in th UK. there’s little scope for conflation with an office cubicle because cube farms aren’t very common here. Most offices are open plan or have half height or occasional partitions.
This is where you organize the people in your office - as soon as he enters the bathroom, everyone else stays out. Everyone else uses a different bathroom, or the coffeeshop down the street if they have to, whatever. See how long he’s stuck in there before he decides to open the door himself, or starts calling for help.
I once had a roommate who would go through, at minimum, one roll of toilet paper a day in her private bathroom. Sometimes two a day. I have no fucking clue what she was doing, because to this day, I maybe go through a roll every week or two-- and that’s with guests!
At least you were in a bathroom - this happened to me the other day in a changeroom - the lady next to me sounded like she was trying to give birth. I think she was trying on bathing suits - hey, maybe you need to go up a size!
If I go somewhere with automatic flushers, why is there poop/blood/piss still in the toilet? I know when I get in the bathroom, the sensor flushes that thing at least 3 times when I’m in the stall. How do other pople get away from the sensor?
I’ve seen pieces of paper stuck over sensors to prevent them from triggering. I’m guessing someone had a bad experience with an over-anxious sensor giving them repeated butt-sprays (I know I have, although I’ve never gone so far as to block the sensor).
Yeah, there may be “technical” issues in these modern times butt even back before we walked on the moon and toilets flushed with such ferocitiy that saftey handles were provided to help keep the flushie from being sucked in themselves there were a plenty a number of turds a left a floatin.
I think it is those people that make an art form of being obnoxious. Yes, the handle may have germs. Your hand may even add to them. As was pointed out, there is a sink, soap, and water.
Oh, and please use them. Since I see so many that don’t, I avoid touching the door if I can. If I must touch it, I often use a paper towel.
Note, filthy restrooms are bad enough by myself, but I hate taking my dog in them. I wear shoes. I don’t lay down on the floor for rest.
I saw a magazine article lately that caused an aha* moment for me on this subject: apparently people are afraid of the aerosolized poop and pee that they just don’t flush.
Unbefuckinglievable, but there you go.
*Where “aha” = “total disgust and utter disdain”