No Man is An Island, Except in the Bathroom
embarrassing, work April 24th, 2008
Ahhh, bathroom issues at work. We either hear something we don’t want to hear, or see something we don’t want to see.
The two bathrooms nearest my office are single-use. You have to lock the door behind you because the only toilet inside has no privacy wall around it. The room has just the toilet, a chair, a sink and a trash can. And the toilet is at the farthest point from the door.
If you forget to lock the door, you’re in serious trouble. If someone comes in, unless you can cross the space-time continuum, there’s no way you can slam it shut before they see you.
Someone forgot to lock the door.
Here’s a run-down of the voice mail I got from a colleague who walked in on some poor sap.
Kath, the opposite of my worst fear happened to me. I walked in on a dude in the bathroom who didn’t lock the door. He was totally exposed, man. Just an island out there. He was an older dude. I don’t know who it was.
As I’m shuttin’ the door, I’m like “You gotta lock the door, dude!” He’s like “I know! I’m sorry!” Usually I’m scared I’m on the opposite end of that, totally prone! Dude. It was crazy. God! I have a 2:00 meeting. I gotta go. God!
When I met up with him later, he told me that in the split second he was witness to the horror, he could tell the guy was hunkered down for a long visit. He had the chair pulled up in front of the bowl and was reading! On the toilet! At work? The hell???
I will never understand why a man will take reading material into a bathroom at work, plan to stay a while, and forget to lock the door. Maybe he was so excited about the latest Wall Street Journal, locking the door slipped his mind?
When I use the ladies room, I probably check the lock four different times before I’m sure I’m safe. If someone walked in on me, I’d have to find a new job. I could never go back.
And let’s not forget there were two victims here. The obvious one, but also my colleague, whose eyes are still burning from the vision. No matter how brief the encounter, he’ll probably never forget it.
For the love of God, check the lock once, twice, three times if you have to. I’m not sure post-traumatic stress disorder is covered under my benefits plan.
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April 24th, 2008 at 5:00 pm
ha ha ha! I can’t help it, I think it’s funny. I can’t believe that locking the door isn’t the very first thing someone would do! I would probably lock it and then put the chair in front of the door for good measure ha ha!
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April 24th, 2008 at 5:23 pm
It’s different for gals, anyway. Not only do I have to check the lock a dozen times, but I absolutely cannot go the long way in a public restroom unless I’m sick or something. I have to overdose on Metamucil during vacation because I can’t go then either. My bowels should have exploded years ago…
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April 24th, 2008 at 5:53 pm
This is so freaking hilarious!!!! I have been both the opener and the sitter…and I agree!!! It is bad in both roles. I check the lock so many times that I’m cross eyed when I’m done!
The reading material seems to be a biggee for the male gender!!! It is truly bizarre and a huge pet peeve of mine!!!
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April 24th, 2008 at 6:05 pm
Hey, maybe the reading material was necessary because he is undergoing fertility treatments and they needed an evaluation sample! Oh, wait, you said it was an older guy. Maybe there are “plumbing” issues and he can’t afford to be unproductive for long periods of time necessary to take care of business. :0)
April 24th, 2008 at 6:10 pm
Oh no! This image is now burned in MY mind. I can’t fathom how victim#1 must feel.
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April 24th, 2008 at 6:56 pm
Poor guy (not the reading-on-the-toilet guy; he has only himself to blame). I have so many public washroom horror stories I can’t begin to list them. At least I have awesomely developed quadricep muscles from hovering over the seat.
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April 24th, 2008 at 7:20 pm
Men do a lot of things while on the toilet. Read the paper, show off their artistic skills, write the great novel, browse the internet and even write poetry.
Here is a something I remember from when I was in college. It was written in a stall most frequented by Mechanical Engineering Technologists and Technicians:
Here I sit on the Shitter
Giving birth to a Steam-Fitter
Holy Fcuk ! Pardon me o’er
A Tool and Die Maker.
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April 24th, 2008 at 7:22 pm
Very disturbing. And I’m getting it fourth hand! I think I’ll go wash it.
April 24th, 2008 at 7:37 pm
I would DIE! I would simply DIE if that happened to me!
I was at a deposition once in a small law firm that used to be a house. The bathroom was in the hallway outside the room that is now used as a conference room. We had wrapped up the depo — of a latino gentleman — and everyone was milling around preparing to leave. I went to the restroom, tried the doorknob, turned it (because it was NOT locked), and opened the door. The light was not on but there was a window … and there was our deponent, standing in front of the potty about 8 feet from me. He turned and looked right at me. I must say I never packed up my stuff and got out of a place any faster than I did that day.
This is the stuff of nightmares!
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April 24th, 2008 at 7:46 pm
That is more horrifying than anything written by Stephen King or Al Franken.
The horror.
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April 24th, 2008 at 7:47 pm
Hi Kathy,
I just stopped by to let you know I added your blog to my do follow list.
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April 24th, 2008 at 7:51 pm
babs (beetle) — Oh great, now I’ll start using a chair. I’m just that anxious about it!
chartroose — My husband has that issue. It’s always a problem when traveling. But at least he’s a door-locker. Thank God.
KFJ — The reading thing, I’m certain, is a strictly male feature. Can’t they just be alone with their thoughts? Or has multi-tasking been taken to a whole new bizarre level?
Lee — I don’t know. I guess I’m just thinking your business should be all business. Get in, get out. But, yeah, I suppose if there are plumbing issues, you might want to get ahead on that sales report.
StephanieC — I can’t either. I feel terribly bad for the fellow. If it happened to me, I wouldn’t be right for weeks on end. No how, no way.
JD at I Do Things — Who needs Zumba when you’ve got toilet hovering? The guy made the mistake of doing it at work. A truly public restroom, he might not have cared. But risking being seen again by the walker-in? Oh, the horror!
Jaffer — I know we would have wireless coverage in there. I can’t even picture a laptop on a naked lap, though. Oh, why do I write these things? Excellent stall literature. That should be published. I guess it just was.
FerdC — As you know, your comments slay me. Now go wash that hand.
Jenny — Oh, I’m so sorry about seeing the tinkler. I would die, except that wouldn’t get me out of there fast enough. Can’t run when you’re dying.
Kev — I’m sorry, but you know I couldn’t let something like this go unshared.
RTCunningham — Hey! Welcome. And thanks!
April 24th, 2008 at 8:10 pm
P.S. I was going to put that up on my blog sometime ago, but I wanted put a picture of it which I didn’t. And I don’t go to Toronto as often.
I think it rather be in the Junk Drawer and I am happy it is.
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April 24th, 2008 at 8:30 pm
I share your fear and horror, having been in a couple of offices with a single bathroom. Do we even want to mention the mystery offensive odors that often cling to such bathrooms? Sometimes I would walk to the drugstore rather than use it.
April 24th, 2008 at 9:02 pm
Kathy:
You are the absolute funniest woman alive. I can’t believe the wild-ass stories you come up with. I love’em. I could just picture that lonely toilette sitting all the way on the other side of the room. France has a lot of those. So, if you’re afraid of open spaces, don’t go there.
Your story reminds me of something that happened to me about thirty years ago. About 8:30 in the morning I ordered 4,000 shares of a stock I was interested in. About 10:00 I made a head call, and took along my favorite newspaper. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a small table in the head to lay my paper on. Anyway, I got comfortable, then opened it up to the financial section. Big news! The company I had just bought had told its employees not to return after lunch. They had locked the doors! What??? For the rest of this story, you’ll just have to use your imagination.
Love your stories. By the way, I wrote a response to your comment on my blog. Check it out.
Have a funny day.
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April 24th, 2008 at 9:44 pm
Oh.My.Gosh. The restroom closest to my desk is set up exactly as you have described. I always lock the door, but - what if I forget? The one farthest from me has stalls which I now consider much, much safer thanks to your enlightening post. And I can use the exercise.
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April 25th, 2008 at 1:22 am
Oh that visual made ME cringe!
Ya know, at the little watering hole I frequent, the same thing happens at least ONCE every time I’m there. And the stupid girl inside always gets mad- which makes ME mad- so I end up yelling at them that the doors DO have locks.
Perhaps y’all should post a little reminder note on the door to make sure it’s locked. Especially if they plan to “stay a while”… ICK.
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April 25th, 2008 at 7:50 am
My office building is actually a really old house. There are two bathrooms here — one mens, one ladies. There are 24 women and 2 men in the building. Do the math. We don’t have a problem with locking the door. Our problem is courtesy — when someone knocks on the door and you are in there, it is polite to answer “Just a minute!” or “I’ll be right out!” or “Occupied!” There are two ladies here who never answer, prompting us to turn the doorknob and try to open the door, which sometimes sticks, so we try again, only with more force, and the person STILL does not answer.
And while I’m at it, here are two more of my office pet peeves: ladies who cannot replace toilet paper and paper towels, and the knotheads who don’t replace the water cooler bottle when it’s empty. I must change that thing at least twice a week.
April 25th, 2008 at 8:05 am
Oh no….you have unlocked one of the most horrific events of my life.
My folks owned a retail store, in a very old building. It was built in the 1880’s or 1890’s. The design of the building was not very accommodating for such things as toilets.
There was the “women’s room,” located in the front of the building; men’s room in the back. I put quotes around “women’s room” because it also a supply closet (yeah, makes sense, huh??). Anyway, anyone with half a brain would know that when you enter a toilet, lock it…especially if it doubles as a supply closet!!!
I was eight or nine. It was snow day, so my folks had me spend the day at the shop. My mom asked me to get something out of the “supply closet.” You see, I knew it as the supply closet, NOT the women’s room. I walked in only to find a lady on the toilet, taking care of business. Remember, I was eight or nine, I had NEVER seen any part of a woman before, beyond what was exposed when wearing a bathing suit. Also, being eight or nine, my only constant concern was Tonka trucks and baseball cards.
To this day, I am pretty sure I stared at her for what seemed, to me, like 15 minutes. In reality, it was more like 1.5 seconds. Either way, here it is 37 years later and I remember EVERY SINGLE DETAIL. That is not good.
I need help.
April 25th, 2008 at 9:02 am
I’ll take a single use bathroom over a stall in a public bathroom any day. My experiences with those are well documented. Still, I can’t understand how that guy didn’t remember to lock the door.
“If someone walked in on me, I’d have to find a new job. I could never go back.”…. snort.
April 25th, 2008 at 9:38 am
What I don’t understand is why men take so long in the bathroom, and then they don’t bother to wipe. I know, because I do their laundry.
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April 25th, 2008 at 11:11 am
Some men wipe, Memarie Lane
As a guy, I know I also check the lock, especially if it’s a little button you turn. I never trust those things.
I always thought bathroom door locks should have a little sign that says “occupied” in red or “empty” in green on the door. Some public single person bathrooms have those.
April 25th, 2008 at 11:42 am
Sometimes old doods take a long time to pinch a loaf.
Just gotta be patient.
April 25th, 2008 at 12:00 pm
The bathroom stall in my office is my SECOND office. Whenever I get fed up with answering to many assinine questions, I retreate to the cubicule of solitude, where I take out my iPod and either play solitaire or watch 15 minutes of a movie I am reviewing. The single stall bathroom that you refer to in your post would NEVER work in my office. I would have to find another job.
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April 25th, 2008 at 12:10 pm
I’ve had people walk in on my in a single toilet bathroom when I’m taking a leak, but it’s no big deal, as they don’t really see anything that way.
I try not to take a dump at work, unless the only other option is shitting my pants. Then I attach a skull and crossbones sign to the door when I leave so everyone knows not to go in there until the toxic fumes dissipate.
The most embarrassing thing to happen to me in a one-toilet unisex public restroom was when I had diarrhea and the toilet back up and overflowed when I flushed it, leaving nasty crap floating in about two inches of water — and it leaked onto the sales floor. I blogged about it some time back.
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April 25th, 2008 at 12:38 pm
If it’s the man’s personal newspaper/reading material, I have no objection, but my pet peeve is patrons who take library materials into the bathroom with them. EWW! At a library which shall remain nameless, I observed a man leaving the rest room with a magazine that I knew belonged to the library because it was in a binder! I can’t stop people from reading library materials in their home bathrooms, but they could at least have the courtesy not to shove their bathroom reading habits in my face. Let me pretend that it doesn’t happen.
April 25th, 2008 at 1:55 pm
Kathy, this post strikes a chord with all your readers, but I fear the response is bringing toilet humour to a new low.(See above)
Like you my humiliation would be so bad as to force me out immediately - sneaking down the fire escape, perhaps entering the witness protection program and moving to Reykjavik. Luckily, I always take my purse to the bathroom, or else I’d be forced to cancel credit cards and get my keys re-cut.
It’s funny how the embarrassment is directly proportional to how much alcohol you may have imbibed. I know this from having kicked open a stall ninja-style (when I was a bar-hopping youth)and hit the knees of the occupant. My reaction was insatiable laughter rather than mortification.
Kat
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April 25th, 2008 at 2:46 pm
Oh no. Tell your colleague I am so sorry. Oh wow. That’s just horrible. *shudder*
April 25th, 2008 at 5:20 pm
Jaffer — Your stall poetry is welcome on any future bathroom posts. After this one, I’m hoping it’ll be a while.
Shadowsrider — Our bathrooms mercifully have very good ventilation. No problems on the odor front. It’s almost fragrant in there. Lucky us.
Swubird — I have been to France and what I remember was small, small, small! Not made for U.S. bodies.
As to your stock story, you could not have been in a better place for that to happen. So sorry, but glad you were there and not somewhere else.
And thank you for the compliment. I so appreciate that.
Heather Here — I’m sure you’re scared enough now that you’ll NEVER forget to lock up. A woman I work with who read this story reminded me that if I lock the door before it closes, the lock disengages. I tested and she was right. Good information. SAFE information.
Corrina — This situation is probably the only time it’s legitimate to blame the victim! Lock the doors people.
Jeff — You are the only other blogger I know who writes more about bathroom issues than me. Maybe I can give you a run for your money.
Memarie Lane — Oh my. There is no excuse for that. None. I’d burn those before I mix them in with other innocent wash.
Tim — I have thought of that, too. Was discussing this with a co-worker today. We figure they’d have to be gigantic, though. People are usually stupid and don’t read signs. Or lock doors.
Mike — We wonder how long the guy stayed in there, and of course, whether he got up to lock it afterwards. God help him if he didn’t.
Bruce — We’re lucky we have both these bathrooms AND stalled ones. I’m pretty sure if that guy wasn’t just passing through, he’ll opt for a stall next time. Sounds like you have a personal bathroom now, Bruce’s Bowl.
Libertine — Good God, man. Too much information. But at least you’re considerate about your emissions. See, that’s all we ask.
Poetikat — I asked for it, writing a post like this. I’m not kidding. I would have to ask for a transfer to another team. No explanation. Just “I have to leave now.” Funny about the alcohol vs. non-alcohol experience. I’d probably laugh, too. Then get punched. But I probably wouldn’t feel it.
Regan — I will. He’s been hearing me say I’m sorry all week. I just can’t imagine. Glad it wasn’t me.
April 25th, 2008 at 7:42 pm
Susan — My worst nightmare is to work in an old house that’s been converted to offices. I’ve had to pay visits to such places in my former job. It’s terrifying to be in there with such shaky and unreliable door knobs. If someone knocked, I would scream at the top of my lungs “Be right out!” to be certain no one would force their way in. Knotheads. Oh, I gotta remember that one.
BabaBooey — Oh, that’s such a horrible story. I’m sorry you remember it so well. Something like that creates memory burn. I know it must have seemed like an eternity, and getting your first eyeful at such an early age…It really should have been more fun for you.
Heather — Ugh. Eeeew. And cripes! I would just ask him to burn the copy. We’ll buy a new one. Thanks.
April 25th, 2008 at 10:37 pm
The house I was staying at during the summer had a few people who always forgot to lock the door.
After the horrors I suffered I now repeatedly tap on closed doors before entering, whist visiting!
Kathy, do you have a pet? I’m looking for people to submit pets for my new blog.
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April 26th, 2008 at 1:09 pm
Forest Parks — Tapping, banging, screaming… whatever it takes to avoid an eyeful of scary! Oh, yes. I have three cats. I will never turn down an invitation to showcase my furry friends. Expect something from me!
April 26th, 2008 at 6:42 pm
Fantastic. I am looking forward to seeing them. There are 3 black cats in the house that I live in and I will be posting them soon. They are all siblings but display very different personalities/
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April 26th, 2008 at 11:40 pm
i once walked into an old lady.. it was embarrassing, i was only 12 and i really had to go to the bathroom. since that day, i double (and sometimes even triple) check the door’s lock. lol
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April 27th, 2008 at 12:58 am
That’s absolutely hilarious xD I walked in on my boyfriend’s DAD a couple of times at his house on accident! I went tomato red, it was so embarrassing!
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April 27th, 2008 at 6:13 am
Forest Parks — Wow, three black cats?! I know someone who has five. The picture I’ve seen of them all on the same couch is quite a sight. All you see are eyes!
noelia — Yep. Locking the door is a lesson fast-learned.
Liza S. — Oh, no! That’s horrible! I would much rather it be a person I’ll never, ever see again. If it was someone I knew, I’d never make eye contact again. Nope.
April 27th, 2008 at 9:18 am
….the person with he 5 black cats? Do they have a blog?
It’s the same with these black kitties, all eyes! I hope I can catch their personalities when I photograph them
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April 27th, 2008 at 4:31 pm
My last office had a vast and anonymous bank of stalls in a bathroom situated well away from the work area.
Now I work for a much smaller concern and our office,like others have mentioned,is located in what used to be a house.
The bathroom is behind my work area. Its a cockpit, not a cabin. With very sketchy SOUNDPROOFING. And my co-workers
are very comfortable with the arrangement. Veeery comfortable.
The horror,indeed.
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April 27th, 2008 at 5:26 pm
Forest Parks — Nope. Only the picture that she keeps on her desk. All five are sitting on chaise lounge and all you can see are the eyes. Very weird! I try to get pictures of my Shadow while yawning, so at least you can see her tongue.
Shieldmaiden96 — How do you cope with that? I think I would always step away from my desk the second I heard someone going in there. Plus, I’d be unable to go in there myself knowing how much can be heard on the outside. Oh, I’d probably have to get another job.
April 28th, 2008 at 7:22 am
Its got a great noisy fan, which I always turn on even if I’m going in there to adjust my pantleg and take a gander at my hair. Others are not so inclined. If I got up every time kids were being dropped off at the pool I wouldn’t get much done. Luckily I am in the field a good bit. So I can enjoy every public restroom between here and Binghamton.
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April 28th, 2008 at 6:10 pm
LOL .. omg, I think that’s happened to everyone. So humbling.
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April 28th, 2008 at 6:35 pm
Shieldmaiden96 — Thank God you can get away. But, geez, don’t people know they can be heard? I would be so stressed out about that, I wouldn’t drink coffee or have any liquids all day!
DrowseyMonkey — I don’t even like it if my cats walk on in on me!!
April 29th, 2008 at 5:17 pm
Here’s my own horror story. I was 9 months pregnant. It was July. I headed to the bathroom in the middle of the night, but unbeknownst to me, my husband had just gotten up for his own nocturnal bathroom visit. I entered the bathroom without turning on the light, and actually sat on my husband’s lap!!!!! My eyes!!!!! Poor thing never knew what hit him. Never had time to react. Lesson: Lock the door especially when pregnant women are around. We don’t knock.
April 29th, 2008 at 7:22 pm
ann of the shampoo bag — I wish you’d written that earlier in the comments so others could feel the horror. And laugh themselves silly til they fall to the floor. I cannot believe this happened to both of you. A can just picture you as a hulking, wide woman planting yourself down on your husband’s lap. You can’t just shove a pregnant woman to the floor. Oh my God. I’m laughing so hard right now. I gotta go. Oh my God.
April 30th, 2008 at 6:01 am
The horror really belongs to Don. Imagine sitting on the pot, then hearing the sound of your hugely pregnant wife lumbering toward the bathroom, hoping against hope that what you know is going to occur, wont’t. This forktruck-sized woman continues into the room, pausing only to pull down her bedsheet-sized undies and proceeds to plop herself on your lap. The horror, indeed.
April 30th, 2008 at 7:26 am
“forktruck-sized woman” = crazy funny
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April 30th, 2008 at 7:45 am
ann of the shampoo bag — I think we need to hear your husband’s take on this. Or maybe he’s stricken it from his memory. The poor man.
JD at I Do Things — Might it have helped if she had one of those “I’m backing up now” beepers like those trucks have?
May 5th, 2008 at 9:08 am
Fascinating.
I can understand both people would be uncomfortable but I don’t find it that big of a deal. I was never one to be hung up on bathroom issues though.
What I find the most fascinating are men who cannot use urinals. You’ll be standing there and a man will come into the rest room and go into the stall. You can see his feet - why is he not able to use the urinal? I need to know!
Any men ever use a “trough” urinal? Talk about uncomfortable. I’ve used one where there were men facing you in two sided trough action. Whatever, we’re all human.
May 5th, 2008 at 2:33 pm
@Necter….. that is absolutely horrifying! And I am a man…. Some men use the stalls as they are scared of other apes in the tribe seeing their manhood and using it against them to gain a higher alpha male status.
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May 5th, 2008 at 5:20 pm
Nector of the Dogs — Wow, you really aren’t hung up, are you? That’s amazing. I will say this. I’m glad I’m not a guy. I would never want to use a urinal and have other guys standing right next to me. I don’t understand this phenomenon at all. The trough? No freaking way.
Forest Parks — Thank you for the stall explanation. See, this is all very helpful to us women in the group. We’re so curious about these matters. Can you explain to me now why my husband does not clean up food crumbs and stuff from the kitchen counter? He would leave enough crumbs there to form a crust if I didn’t clean them up after. Inquiring minds want to know.
May 5th, 2008 at 5:28 pm
Well this is simple mans logic you see.
It’s all do with pest control. It’s inevitable that ants will be looking at coming into our homes this summer and us men use great logic often learned from old war movies to deal with such problems.
You see, it’s trap. If you attract the enemy to something they want you can ambush them and voila, end of enemy.
So basically he is actually setting up an ambush for any ants that are planning on infiltrating your home.
See he is practical and not a complete waste of time
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May 5th, 2008 at 6:49 pm
If you are looking for me to do an “Ask a man, why?” guest post i’m up for it…
You could ask me questions in the comments and i’ll give the TRUE answers to the mysteries you have always wondered about! :):):)
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May 6th, 2008 at 4:46 am
Forest Parks — I had no idea there was so much thought behind leaving crumbs on the counter. Although, we had ants last summer that we could never get rid of. Maybe his plan backfired?
This idea for “Ask a man, why?” is great. I’ll keep it on ice. I like it. But you might be sorry. You know how many people stop by here and leave comments. You might need to answer all the questions in a series of posts!
May 6th, 2008 at 9:38 am
Why be hung up about using a urinal? They have sides on them, it’s not like anything is visible. And if you do get a brief “flash” who cares?
One thing that bothers me are men who want to have a conversation while at the urinal. Keep moving, chief.
It’s like the irrational behavior of women when it comes to their under garments.
A woman exposed in her bra and panties is devastating but the same woman will walk around the beach with a swimming suit.
May 6th, 2008 at 9:39 am
Wait, did you really post at 4:46 AM?
May 6th, 2008 at 10:52 am
Nectar of the Dogs — Excellent point about the bathing suit. Same difference. Absolutely.
Yes, I posted a reply at 4:46AM. I’m a morning person.
May 13th, 2008 at 8:59 am
4:46 is not the morning! Hehehehehe
May 13th, 2008 at 6:17 pm
nectar of the dogs — Is 4:46AM a late night for you?
May 19th, 2008 at 2:26 pm
I never have to take reading material in.
Someone always leaves what THEY were reading folded neatly in the stall for the next guy!
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May 19th, 2008 at 6:35 pm
Don — Ah, how thoughtful! Way to multi-task!
June 17th, 2008 at 7:29 pm
ann of the shampoo- wow im sorry for your husband
June 19th, 2008 at 4:21 am
brooke — I still crack up when I read Ann’s story. Stupendous! Marvelous! Cringe-inducing!