Rules not just for men....gross isn't it?????? I'll bet you looked at the cartoon and you're laughing, thinking I'm going to slam men for leaving the seat up or peeing all over it. Well, you're wrong. I have no beef with men, well, at least not with my guy. He's tidy in the bathroom and I've never sat in anything wet or splashed into the bowl because the seat was left up.
So men are safe....it's women I'm going to bitch about. I have a real pet peeve when it comes to female public washrooms, and although it isn't public, the bathroom at the shop.
I'll put on the big girl panties and clean up after my son and myself, but I'm going to have draw the line on cleaning a stranger's dribble or God forbid, worse.
I have a question for women. I've wondered about this for years. Why in heck, don't you sit to do a number one? Why do you hang your butt over the seat like a hover craft and how come you assume the stream is hitting the water? Don't you ever look behind to see if you've hit the mark? If there are yellow droplets on the seat? Would it take too much time to look down and wipe off your body fluids before leaving the stall? That way, what the next person doesn't see won't hurt them, keeping our heads in the sand as to what may have occurred before us. If you're worried about catching something, cover the seat in toilet paper, and then flush it with everything else.
Think for a second what it's like for an unobservant, unsuspecting person to be the next in line and sit on cold wetness, then have to deal with the realization of what that wetness is. Sickening eh? Denial sets in and you pray it's water drops from someone shaking their hands at the sink, but a quick calculation rules that out, too great a distance from point A to point P...... No, there is no hope of it being something innocuous. It's something unimaginable, a horror that can wake you screaming in the middle of the night.
I pride myself as being someone who learns from experiences but I've been duped a handful of times before I learned to closely inspect the condition of a toilet in a public washroom. The dim lighting can sometimes fool you. I think they install dusk like fixtures for that reason, to disguise what might be lurking about. And if it's yellow, let it mellow only applies to water shortages and low wells in the privacy of your own home, not in a public washroom! If it's brown, flush it down, one of the most basic of life's skills and be thankful we have the technology to dispose of our waste, we could be living with a pile of it outhouse style in the backyard.
Airports seem to be the worst. Pee offenders flock there, no one gives a crap about a public washroom, they sometimes don't even bother to flush after a #2! The most basic of tasks, taught to us as small children. No excuse at all for walking out before flushing. If you don't want to touch the handle, use your foot for goodness sake. I suppose that's why large establishments have automatic flushers, to make sure the job is complete! There is no scenario where I want to see another person's body fluids. Sometimes in that long row of stalls there isn't one toilet ready for a squat so you have to get soapy paper towel, find the least offensive and take on the chore of washing the seat before sitting. I can only imagine what a CSI blue light would highlight in those small confined spaces........
So I am asking, pleading really, if you must hover, look back and see what you've done. Just in case you really didn't know, I'm telling you now, if you don't sit you spray! If we continue to live in a world that is afraid to catch something then please take responsibility, check behind you and clean up after yourself. So that is why I don't offer my shop washroom to the public. I'm tired of cleaning up after people who just don't care. And don't get me started about the floating feminine hygiene products....
This past weekend, a mother and small child were in the shop and the 2-3 year old kid was in obvious distress, squeezing her legs together and whining, throwing herself on the floor for being tortured with yet another shop. My initial thought was how could a mother be dragging her baby around when she's clearly about to burst at the seams, but that's a rant for another day. I was asked if I had a washroom and I said no, then felt badly. It was too late for her to go to the public washrooms down the street or the Irving, so I allowed them in but asked that they please clean the seat, if needed. She promised to leave the porcelain pony as it was found and later thanked me on her way out the door. In the meantime, several people in the shop witness them going in and then leaving the bathroom and then all their bladders went into spasms. Personally, I would address the urgency before entering a store but then I tend to take charge of these things. I don't like to walk around uncomfortable, when nature calls I pick up the phone!
So now I am being asked from all directions for a bathroom. So I said no, and then the pleading began. At this point I couldn't deny the rooms' existence, it was seen when the door opened and the toilet flushed. So now in a difficult place, and against my better judgement, I allowed the room to be used. I warned that I didn't want pee on the seat and didn't feel badly saying it because I don't earn enough to clean up the bladder and bowel functions of strangers and I was feeling taken advantage of. They weren't even rug hooking customers, just people off the street. I also stock product in the bathroom, have shelves filled with wool. The bathroom is there for our convenience and students when I teach, not a public free for all. There is a restaurant in town that doesn't even let people in their washrooms, and they get away with it because their tables are outside.....why do I have to pick up the slack?
Some customers overheard the conversation and commented that they find female public washrooms filthy, we all laughed, but it isn't funny, there is no punch line when you sit on someone else's urine or have to look at what they left in the bowl. And sure enough, one older woman went in and didn't come out for a very long time. Her friend pounded on the door to make sure she was okay. After about fifteen minutes she emerged and suggested maybe I run the fan for awhile before entering the room and I thought great.....I won't go into details but the plunger was involved.
I'm not mean, I'm just a retailer selling wool, why should a toilet come in to play and I have no time or desire to be cleaning up after irresponsible people that have no shame. Golly, I just love cleaning toilets, said no person ever!!!!!!!!
So men are safe....it's women I'm going to bitch about. I have a real pet peeve when it comes to female public washrooms, and although it isn't public, the bathroom at the shop.
I'll put on the big girl panties and clean up after my son and myself, but I'm going to have draw the line on cleaning a stranger's dribble or God forbid, worse.
I have a question for women. I've wondered about this for years. Why in heck, don't you sit to do a number one? Why do you hang your butt over the seat like a hover craft and how come you assume the stream is hitting the water? Don't you ever look behind to see if you've hit the mark? If there are yellow droplets on the seat? Would it take too much time to look down and wipe off your body fluids before leaving the stall? That way, what the next person doesn't see won't hurt them, keeping our heads in the sand as to what may have occurred before us. If you're worried about catching something, cover the seat in toilet paper, and then flush it with everything else.
Think for a second what it's like for an unobservant, unsuspecting person to be the next in line and sit on cold wetness, then have to deal with the realization of what that wetness is. Sickening eh? Denial sets in and you pray it's water drops from someone shaking their hands at the sink, but a quick calculation rules that out, too great a distance from point A to point P...... No, there is no hope of it being something innocuous. It's something unimaginable, a horror that can wake you screaming in the middle of the night.
I pride myself as being someone who learns from experiences but I've been duped a handful of times before I learned to closely inspect the condition of a toilet in a public washroom. The dim lighting can sometimes fool you. I think they install dusk like fixtures for that reason, to disguise what might be lurking about. And if it's yellow, let it mellow only applies to water shortages and low wells in the privacy of your own home, not in a public washroom! If it's brown, flush it down, one of the most basic of life's skills and be thankful we have the technology to dispose of our waste, we could be living with a pile of it outhouse style in the backyard.
Airports seem to be the worst. Pee offenders flock there, no one gives a crap about a public washroom, they sometimes don't even bother to flush after a #2! The most basic of tasks, taught to us as small children. No excuse at all for walking out before flushing. If you don't want to touch the handle, use your foot for goodness sake. I suppose that's why large establishments have automatic flushers, to make sure the job is complete! There is no scenario where I want to see another person's body fluids. Sometimes in that long row of stalls there isn't one toilet ready for a squat so you have to get soapy paper towel, find the least offensive and take on the chore of washing the seat before sitting. I can only imagine what a CSI blue light would highlight in those small confined spaces........
So I am asking, pleading really, if you must hover, look back and see what you've done. Just in case you really didn't know, I'm telling you now, if you don't sit you spray! If we continue to live in a world that is afraid to catch something then please take responsibility, check behind you and clean up after yourself. So that is why I don't offer my shop washroom to the public. I'm tired of cleaning up after people who just don't care. And don't get me started about the floating feminine hygiene products....
This past weekend, a mother and small child were in the shop and the 2-3 year old kid was in obvious distress, squeezing her legs together and whining, throwing herself on the floor for being tortured with yet another shop. My initial thought was how could a mother be dragging her baby around when she's clearly about to burst at the seams, but that's a rant for another day. I was asked if I had a washroom and I said no, then felt badly. It was too late for her to go to the public washrooms down the street or the Irving, so I allowed them in but asked that they please clean the seat, if needed. She promised to leave the porcelain pony as it was found and later thanked me on her way out the door. In the meantime, several people in the shop witness them going in and then leaving the bathroom and then all their bladders went into spasms. Personally, I would address the urgency before entering a store but then I tend to take charge of these things. I don't like to walk around uncomfortable, when nature calls I pick up the phone!
So now I am being asked from all directions for a bathroom. So I said no, and then the pleading began. At this point I couldn't deny the rooms' existence, it was seen when the door opened and the toilet flushed. So now in a difficult place, and against my better judgement, I allowed the room to be used. I warned that I didn't want pee on the seat and didn't feel badly saying it because I don't earn enough to clean up the bladder and bowel functions of strangers and I was feeling taken advantage of. They weren't even rug hooking customers, just people off the street. I also stock product in the bathroom, have shelves filled with wool. The bathroom is there for our convenience and students when I teach, not a public free for all. There is a restaurant in town that doesn't even let people in their washrooms, and they get away with it because their tables are outside.....why do I have to pick up the slack?
Some customers overheard the conversation and commented that they find female public washrooms filthy, we all laughed, but it isn't funny, there is no punch line when you sit on someone else's urine or have to look at what they left in the bowl. And sure enough, one older woman went in and didn't come out for a very long time. Her friend pounded on the door to make sure she was okay. After about fifteen minutes she emerged and suggested maybe I run the fan for awhile before entering the room and I thought great.....I won't go into details but the plunger was involved.
I'm not mean, I'm just a retailer selling wool, why should a toilet come in to play and I have no time or desire to be cleaning up after irresponsible people that have no shame. Golly, I just love cleaning toilets, said no person ever!!!!!!!!
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