Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Its a Urinal, not a trash can

All the ladies can either skip this entry, or try to imagine what a men's public restroom is like. It is just like a ladies room, but it doesn't have a sitting room with a sofa and tables to chat while your friends are peeing. The men's room gets its charm from the urinals and the inevitable puddles of pee underneath. I am sure we all have stories of gross things that we have encountered in a public restroom, but I am going to talk about one that bothers me and falls under the jurisdiction of micro morals. I have been in many a stall doing number 2 and realized that there was no toilet paper, but I have never been in a public restroom that was missing a trash can. Yet, there always seems to be some random wad of gum, cigarette butt, sunflower seed, condom, or tooth pick sitting on the plastic urinal cake holder in the urinal.

The only thing more gross than a puddle of pee on the floor of a men's restroom is something actually soaking in the collective urine of hundreds of random people. If someone has chosen to be the person responsible for keeping a public restroom clean, then I am guessing that there are a lot of things in that person's life that might be difficult. The rest of us, who don't have to clean public restrooms, don't need to add to the difficulties in this person's life by spitting something into the urinal that they have to clean. If you are standing at a urinal, I can guarantee that there is a trash can within ten feet of you. Wait until you are done and walk to the trash can and dispose of your garbage there, and then thank whatever higher power you believe in for not making you clean puddles of pee under urinals.

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