Another Bathroom Tale Revisited

Hi folks,

I received a couple of requests for more tales from the toilet. So here you go with a blast from the past called Urine For a Story. Originally posted here.

Sorry for the bad pun, but within the last 30 days or so I have read three different entries about bathroom habits and decided to list my own commentary.

For those of you who like to play along allow me to begin by citing the entries that led to the flow of consciousness that resulted in this piece.

On the 23rd anniversary of my Bar Mitzvah Monsieur Bogner recited a tale of woe regarding the lack of bathroom etiquette at his office.

“Which is why it has been freakin’ me out to no end that my Israeli coworkers come waltzing into the bathroom and strike up cheerful conversations with me in the morning. They lean back against the sinks while I am, y’know, ‘going over the scouting report’, and say things like, “Good Morning!”, and “How was Shabbat” and “How’s the family?” They sometimes even commit the ultimate sin: They slap me on the back!

THERE’S NO TOUCHING IN THE BATHROOM!

Even accidentally jostling somebody’s elbow is an unpardonable transgression… but to actually reach out and intentionally touch someone who is ‘on deck’ or [gasp] actually ‘in the batter’s box’ is unforgivable!

DON’T DO THAT!”

At the time I must have placed my brain on autopilot because if I had thought about it I could have provided him with some useful tools to assist him in solving this problem. You see back in April B2 at Toner Mishap did a fine job of illustrating the art of urinal selection. And when I say a fine job allow me to share some of the graphics he developed to go alongside his work.



As I mentioned, at the time I was reading the Treppenwitz post I should have mentioned the Toner Mishap post, but it slipped my mind.

A short time later the next post in this series appeared in which we learned of the challenges presented when technology fails to serve it’s purpose. And that leads me to the next section of this rambling, ambling tale of secretions and excretions.

At some point last year I wrote about a gentleman I know and his bathroom habits. I am not sure what he eats, but I suspect that he may be a cannibal or someone who consumes rotting flesh because the only way that you can enter the men’s room after he has been in there is in a hazmat suit. There is nuclear waste coming out of him that causes you to choke and gag.

A short time ago I was forced to respond to nature’s call in spite of the stench that permeated the stalls. As I exited my own and prepared to wash my hands a man began to enter and immediately began coughing. Prior to his quick departure he shot a look of disgust at me and I knew that he now considers me the cause of the olfactory offensive. It has since been confirmed because when he sees me approach the bathroom he makes an effort not to go in. Oh the shame to be seen in his eyes as if I am Pumba.

But returning to the topic of urine and urinals allow me to share a couple more observations and comments. I find it odd when:

  1. men put their beer/coke/lunch on the corner of the urinal. I find it more odd to see them keep drinking while they are engaged in their business. It is as if they are concerned with replacing the fluid that they lose as fast as they lose it.
  2. I hate standing next to a guy whose hands are behind his head or anywhere in my line of sight. I am looking straight ahead, if your waving catches my eye there is a problem.
  3. I don’t like men who lean their heads against the bathroom wall while they are engaged in such business.
  4. And I especially dislike being misted by the guy next to me. Yes, I admit to having had that happen. The force is so great that it sprays off of his urinal and onto me. This is one reason why I like to have space between myself and the guy next to me.

I think that this should do it for now, but you never know when tales of the potty may return.

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10 Comments

  1. Jack's Shack April 27, 2006 at 1:48 am

    No problem.

  2. Gavriel April 27, 2006 at 1:24 am

    Just thought I should warn you. You might see a hit in your referral log for “urinal”. Maybe five such hits. In the unlikely event that this is an atypical search term for your regular readership, I should let you know that, yes, it was me.

    But I have a good reason. Nice post.

  3. Jack's Shack April 24, 2006 at 3:14 am

    What can I say. I am just happy that I didn’t piss you off. 😉

  4. treppenwitz April 23, 2006 at 12:50 am

    Oh sure… I turn off my computer for a week and a half and you post this with not one but TWO links to my posts! Thanks and sorry for being so late to the game.

  5. Jack's Shack April 18, 2006 at 7:06 am

    Hi Jac,

    Glad to make you smile,

    Seawitch,

    oy vey,

    Snoopy,

    Nope.

    Kimananda,

    I understand, but I still prefer being male.

    Amishav,

    Actually I blogged about my experience in the elevator too. It is listed under personal favorites- What the hell happened to courtesy.

  6. Amishav April 17, 2006 at 9:09 pm

    Oh man that was funny! There are certain accepted rules of public toileting that MUST be followed and you hit the nail on the head when you said that there is no touching in the men’s room. How on earth does someone not know this rule. Touching a guy in the loo is like farting in an elevator. You just don’t do it.

  7. kimananda April 17, 2006 at 6:05 pm

    Oh, my…I am more than ever pleased that we ladies usually have our own personal spaces to use, rather then the urinal line-ups that you men have to deal with!

  8. SnoopyTheGoon April 17, 2006 at 4:57 pm

    Do you happen to have a garden? Just asking…

  9. seawitch April 17, 2006 at 11:24 am

    We have someone at work that causes “nuclear waste” . As our office is now a traler because of Hurricane Katrina, the problem is acute. We all must leave whilst he takes care of nature’s call.

    We ran out of Febree one time. I shouted out at him to use the Scrubbing Bubbles and lot’s of it. Only then, is it safe for us to go back inside the trailer.

  10. jac April 17, 2006 at 7:34 am

    Kudos, jack !

    Hilarious the potty stories, LMAO

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