If you have to walk into someone else's office to access the bathroom, how do you politely ask them not to use the handle to the bathroom door as a coat rack?
Ha. When we first moved in to this building, those signs for the bathrooms fell off three times a day and that one has a small crack. So someone thought it would be funny to hang it on my main office door one time. I laughed, then repurposed. I get asked about it pretty regular. Another thing is...the women's restroom is on the other side of the wall when in that closet.
I was originally supposed to get a cubicle, but one of my old bosses stepped in and told the guy planning that was bullshit because I'd been here over 18 years at that point so thanks to him. So I got put in this office, which is one of two on this floor that have no view to a window (if I lean over at my seat I can see a window in an unoccupied office across the hall) and IT originally told me that I couldn't use the closet because there is a wire run in there. I actually have a lot of stuff back to some stand up graphics I use, wall pictures that haven't been approved for hanging in the main spaces like they were at our old office, camera equipment, etc. SO I left that shit in the floor of my office and spilling into hall and made sure the secretary who really runs this place came by a couple of times. I got an e-mail from her after about two days that I could use the closet so long as I didn't block access to the wire run. So thanks to her for that. And in all that time, they've accessed the closet exactly once to fix a cable.
I don't know why I told you guys all that.
One milkshake to bring all the boys to the yard and in the darkness bind them.
Went in to the two seater, one stander at the office. Needed a seat, one was taken, so I took the other. Dude in the other stall finishes, flushes and exits stall. Then he goes to urinal and pisses like a fucking racehorse. Don't know that I've experienced that before.
One milkshake to bring all the boys to the yard and in the darkness bind them.
A_B wrote: Thu Apr 19, 2018 9:13 am
Went in to the two seater, one stander at the office. Needed a seat, one was taken, so I took the other. Dude in the other stall finishes, flushes and exits stall. Then he goes to urinal and pisses like a fucking racehorse. Don't know that I've experienced that before.
I've done that in reverse and felt weird. Started at the urinal and as I'm pissing realize I gotta drop one too. That's always weird if there's other people in the bathroom.
I've done it how AB described except it wasn't racehorse-esque. Just stood up after wiping/flushing/buckling and thought "hey, I could pee more" and went to urinal.
A_B wrote: Thu Apr 19, 2018 9:13 am
Went in to the two seater, one stander at the office. Needed a seat, one was taken, so I took the other. Dude in the other stall finishes, flushes and exits stall. Then he goes to urinal and pisses like a fucking racehorse. Don't know that I've experienced that before.
I've done that in reverse and felt weird. Started at the urinal and as I'm pissing realize I gotta drop one too. That's always weird if there's other people in the bathroom.
Have you ever done that and on top of it realized it was your pick in the Swamp Album Draft.
A_B wrote: Thu Apr 19, 2018 9:13 am
Went in to the two seater, one stander at the office. Needed a seat, one was taken, so I took the other. Dude in the other stall finishes, flushes and exits stall. Then he goes to urinal and pisses like a fucking racehorse. Don't know that I've experienced that before.
I've done that in reverse and felt weird. Started at the urinal and as I'm pissing realize I gotta drop one too. That's always weird if there's other people in the bathroom.
Have you ever done that and on top of it realized it was your pick in the Swamp Album Draft.
I have. I'm between a few. Kinda like I was when I picked the urinal over the toilet.
Giff wrote: Thu Apr 19, 2018 10:19 am
I've done it how AB described except it wasn't racehorse-esque. Just stood up after wiping/flushing/buckling and thought "hey, I could pee more" and went to urinal.
Yeah, I've done that at home, too. Dump, wipe, flush, wash hands... back to toilet, lift up seat, urinate.
Giff wrote: Thu Apr 19, 2018 10:19 am
I've done it how AB described except it wasn't racehorse-esque. Just stood up after wiping/flushing/buckling and thought "hey, I could pee more" and went to urinal.
Yeah, I've done that at home, too. Dump, wipe, flush, wash hands... back to toilet, lift up seat, urinate.
That is just because you are old.
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Giff wrote: Thu Apr 19, 2018 10:19 am
I've done it how AB described except it wasn't racehorse-esque. Just stood up after wiping/flushing/buckling and thought "hey, I could pee more" and went to urinal.
Yeah, I've done that at home, too. Dump, wipe, flush, wash hands... back to toilet, lift up seat, urinate.
That is just because you are old.
Or have a prostate problem. Get that checked out.
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Rough morning for a co-worker. I've been to the pisser three times (I drink a lot of water!) and the same pair of shoes has been in the stall every time.
One milkshake to bring all the boys to the yard and in the darkness bind them.
A_B wrote: Fri May 25, 2018 9:43 am
Rough morning for a co-worker. I've been to the pisser three times (I drink a lot of water!) and the same pair of shoes has been in the stall every time.
A_B wrote: Fri May 25, 2018 9:43 am
Rough morning for a co-worker. I've been to the pisser three times (I drink a lot of water!) and the same pair of shoes has been in the stall every time.
Must have gone 5/5 on the curry.
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One milkshake to bring all the boys to the yard and in the darkness bind them.
I lived with my husband in a Duplex apartment for well over a year, before a neighbor moved in next door. Due to our conflicting work schedules I didn’t end up meeting her until Thanksgiving morning. Turns out, she was delightful and kind and transferred her job to be closer to her mom who was dying. Between work and her mother’s illness she was rarely home and had no other friends or family in the area. So, I insisted that she come to Thanksgiving at my in-laws.
They were the sort who loved meeting people so I knew it wasn’t an issue. It was such a non-event in my mind that I didn’t really mention it to my husband until we were just about to leave. And HE. BLEW. UP.
It was a completely unhinged rant and disproportionate to the situation. He was fucking adamant the neighbor was not coming with us. It was loud and absurd and tailored so she would hear us through the thin walls. He called his mother, but it was all decided that the neighbor was coming to Thanksgiving. The car ride was awkward.
Once there, everything was fine. My husband disappeared and refused to come out of the basement. The meal was great, the pie was served and laid out on the table.
Then this happened in quick order. My sister-in-law handed her baby to my husband as he was coming back up the stairs for dessert, but he was unprepared for the handoff and grabbed his nephew at the bottom and smashed his arm against the diaper.
I would not be shocked if you told me that this diaper had not been changed all week. It exploded. The entire contents were out and all over my husband’s shirt, pants, shoes… everywhere.
He was screaming hysterically, causing the baby to scream. My sister-in-law scooped up the baby and ran for the only bathroom with a shower and locked the door, leaving my husband to scream like a maniac for the second time that day. We hosed him off in the garage and he went home in his old clothes from high school.
He didn’t talk the on the way home. He dropped the neighbor and me off at a bar. And that’s when she told me that he had a key from the landlord and for the last year or so, while the apartment was empty, he was using her place to take a shit. And after she moved in, he was still using her place while she was at work. One time, she walked in on him as he was running out the door only she didn’t really realize he was the empty apartment shitter until that night, while screaming and running after his sister. I moved out by Christmas.
It's hilarious to read that article because it pretty much covers off why they were put there and why a solution for women wasn't required; it was meant to address a specific problem: drunk dudes pissing in public. Of course an irrational minority will get their nose out of joint, it isn't even a question any more.
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