I know some people have a difficult time with pooping if anyone is even remotely close to being able to hear them. My wife, for instance can usually only go if no one is at home.
I, on the other hand could go in the middle of a ten lane freeway at rush hour. Doesn’t bother me if anyone’s around. Might bother THEM a little bit, but that’s their problem.
The only thing is…no talking to the guy in the other stall. Nope. Nuh-uh. NO WAY! Do yer bidnezz and shaddap! No talking on the phone, either!
And the laughably sad thing is that the person on the other end …. of the conversation …. just KNOWS where the person is calling from by the acoustics, yet the caller most likely thinks that the other person has no idea.
A couple years ago I was working on a jobsite demo’ing a bathroom whose water had been turned off some two weeks prior. While I was gearing up to pull the toilet, a guy from another crew walked in, already undoing his belt, and asked if the toilet still worked. I said no, the water was turned off weeks ago. He seemed surprised by this, which indicated to me that the toilet had probably seen regular service of late. So I carefully lifted the lid and glanced inside… twenty gallons of hand-carted water later it was clean enough to touch while wearing gloves.
You know that band … oh, what’s their name. Oh yes. “The Front Bottoms”. That’s what it means. And in Australia and NZ too.
Specifically, a lady’s “front bottom”. Her … map of Tasmania. The portion that might be covered by a merkin. Her “lady garden”.
Which made the theme song from The Nanny that bit more eye-brow raising over here. Oh, and don’t, whatever you do, refer to a “bum-bag” as a “fanny pack”.
Nope. Fanny is definitely a much ruder word in all english-speaking places that aren’t the U.S. …. This leads to a lot of jokes about how Americans can’t tell one hole from the other, because they have the word confused.
Try living on an American aircraft carrier.
About 15 johns line one bulkhead and directly in front of them are 15 more facing.
Each row has an 18″ 22gage sleel wall separating each shitter, but still plenty of space to carry on whatever conversation pops up…and you still have the ‘pleasure’ of talking to your mate in front of you without any wall.
Could be worse. Could be a plumber working here. http://www.funnysigns.net/aim-plumbing-truck/
You just wasted 3 hours of my day…
*goes back to site and clicks through more signs*
That’s also what I hate in US toilets… In France, toilets are usually separated by full thick walls.
In France (and Italy), (some public) toilets are holes in the ground.
In Nepal, ALL public toilets are holes in the ground
There are some highway rest areas in Texas where the toilets are holes in the ground.
I know some people have a difficult time with pooping if anyone is even remotely close to being able to hear them. My wife, for instance can usually only go if no one is at home.
I, on the other hand could go in the middle of a ten lane freeway at rush hour. Doesn’t bother me if anyone’s around. Might bother THEM a little bit, but that’s their problem.
The only thing is…no talking to the guy in the other stall. Nope. Nuh-uh. NO WAY! Do yer bidnezz and shaddap! No talking on the phone, either!
Ever get one of those people that feel the need to sing in the toilet?
Poo De Ville is brilliant. shame the visual wasn’t done a bit more lavishly to match.
The worst is when people start talking on their phone while on the toilet. Come on man, just shut up while you’re doing your business!
And the laughably sad thing is that the person on the other end …. of the conversation …. just KNOWS where the person is calling from by the acoustics, yet the caller most likely thinks that the other person has no idea.
If you think the caller’s other person might have no idea, flush five or six times.
This is exactly why I only poo at home.
sublime
A couple years ago I was working on a jobsite demo’ing a bathroom whose water had been turned off some two weeks prior. While I was gearing up to pull the toilet, a guy from another crew walked in, already undoing his belt, and asked if the toilet still worked. I said no, the water was turned off weeks ago. He seemed surprised by this, which indicated to me that the toilet had probably seen regular service of late. So I carefully lifted the lid and glanced inside… twenty gallons of hand-carted water later it was clean enough to touch while wearing gloves.
Some days make office bathrooms seem kinda okay.
Yeeech… all my sympathies.
Ever take a poop so epic that you realize there’s no point in using toilet paper and so you just take a shower instead?
Every day.
Of course, I’m surgically altered back there, so showers are kinda a must.
Only once. I wouldn’t call it “epic” so much as “disastrous” or “horrifying”.
Fanny means butt in the Uk, doesn’t it? Isn’t that a also what it means over here, too?
Fanny does *not* refer to butt in the UK.
You know that band … oh, what’s their name. Oh yes. “The Front Bottoms”. That’s what it means. And in Australia and NZ too.
Specifically, a lady’s “front bottom”. Her … map of Tasmania. The portion that might be covered by a merkin. Her “lady garden”.
Which made the theme song from The Nanny that bit more eye-brow raising over here. Oh, and don’t, whatever you do, refer to a “bum-bag” as a “fanny pack”.
Nope. Fanny is definitely a much ruder word in all english-speaking places that aren’t the U.S. …. This leads to a lot of jokes about how Americans can’t tell one hole from the other, because they have the word confused.
Try living on an American aircraft carrier.
About 15 johns line one bulkhead and directly in front of them are 15 more facing.
Each row has an 18″ 22gage sleel wall separating each shitter, but still plenty of space to carry on whatever conversation pops up…and you still have the ‘pleasure’ of talking to your mate in front of you without any wall.
That was an old essex class carrier from WWII.
I have no idea how the ‘new’ ones are.