ok, got it. It was the comment. phew. I thought I had been breaking some dude code for a long time now. I guess the female equivalent would be the troubled teenage girl coming out of the stall to throw away her unwanted, just born, baby without waiting for the other to leave, and saying "Better Now."
The best thing to do if you're having an explosion is flush the toilet just before the blast. The sound of the flushing will drown out the assplosion.
LOL, no kidding! There is a guy that works in my office building who decides someone else should clean up after him. When he goes to take a dump, he puts down three strips of toilet paper on the seat so his ass doesn't touch it. Fine, whatever, but the dude just leaves the toilet paper there when he is done!! I mean, it's a total lack of consideration for other people that really just ticks me off. Why the f*** does everyone else have to clean up your ass germ blocker? I've been wanting to tape up a sign in the stall that says, "Hey dumbass, stop being such a dick and clean up your toilet paper when your done so that we don't have to!" Can someone translate that into spanish as well?
Maybe he used humor to cut through the stink and defuse the bomb he just laid. Wouldn't that get your butt all misty?
nope, I do it all the time, maybe 1 in 50 toilets spray like that. And if they do its not from the bottom pool, its from the sides, which is kinda less crappy on your tush.
I think it's become extremely obvious that, despite the fact that EVERYONE dumps, humans will never be comfortable with the idea. I'm appauled that we haven't switched to sound-proof toilets with air freshner and some sort of air purifier (just a fan maybe). We're not going to hit a point in time where we will crap freely.
Geez, people say we need to have a conversation about race, but I think people are more uptight about poop.
While I acknowledge that my Reverend and friend is a long time pooper, I can no more disown him than my pooping grandmother.
Your opening post was incomplete. Did the guy make a lot of noise and did the restroom stink like a dumpster? If not, the guy doing #2 doesn't have to save face. On the other hand, if it smelled like a nuclear waste pile in there, I can understand him waiting for you to leave before coming out. Him cracking a joke wasn't that big a deal. I dislike talking to strangers in restrooms but that just my preference. If I had just set a men's room on fire and some stranger joked to me about what I must have eaten (or something like that), that would be a jerky thing to do.
I agree that some functions should be as private as possible. In women's rooms, we use stalls for both the greater and lesser business, but if someone's in there for more than a minute, you know what's going on. If I am doing that and someone else comes in, I try to just wait until they leave, and not keep doing what I was doing until they do. If I get there for an extended sit and they're already there, I wait for them to leave. If they don't leave, there have actually been situations where I gave up, washed my hands, and walked to another restroom in another part of the building to try again. I actually used to work at a place with small restrooms where this was an unwritten rule, and life was good. But in the places I've been lately, most people don't care. They will just continue on with it. And other things... like conducting their cell phone business in restrooms. They walk in and use the toilet while talking, or they make calls while they're in there. People - not the place. I also don't like it when they come in there just to have a quiet place to talk on the phone or with each other. All fine and good until someone else has to use the restroom, for its intended purpose, and doesn't feel comfortable with all that going on right outside the stalls.
The worst situation is when you're in the restroom at a sports game that's dirty as hell and there's a huge ass long line, and you're having stomach problems after eating some semi-spoiled scrambled eggs that morning, and you go to relieve yourself, and the restroom isn't air conditioned, and it takes almost 10 minutes, and then you realize there's no toilet paper. That felt like a Trainspotting moment.
whoa whoa. y'all talk to each while peeing and pooping. damn, girls are so addicted to phones. this is cRaZy!
Some do, or at least Kleenex, but I don't want to carry a purse that size everywhere I go. The actual worst restroom situation, which you do not want to know the details of, involves outdoor trail hikes with coed groups, few-and-far-between pit toilets with an open side (literally facing the other rim of the Grand Canyon) instead of a door, female problems the likes of which you guys will never have to deal with in your lives, no spare clothes, and of course no toilet paper. Here is a situation in which it is advisable to carry your own stash of paper.
