There are some bathrooms
I just don’t want to use. At this company, they’re not pretty, but they do have a seat sanitizer spray mounted in each stall, which helps. You grab a wad of asswipe and spray it under the spray, and wipe down the seat. They also have assgaskets.
Someone has taken a marker and written “No utilice directamente en el ano” on each one.
I don’t even want to know.
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Um. Eww.
Bet that would make one’s bum ache.
Good advice. No quiere que se queme el ano. Es muy doloroso.
Well, at least, since my daughter has no choice but to learn Spanish in the 8th grade now, SHE’LL probably know exactly that that means, right?
Good grief.
Don’t use the ass gasket to clean the out valve. Sounds like good advice go me.
Oh, and also at the same time, my daughter is teamed in with a group of 4 in her science class, one of which “speaks a LITTLE English, but he can’t READ it”. So the other 3 have to work much harder to try and get a good grade.
Oh, it needs to be directly applied, all right.
Via jackhammer.
Maybe then they’ll learn to quit dropping turdpaper into the wastebasket.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
I lack words to fully describe how much I loathe public restrooms.
It’s such a hang up of mine that I have sometimes wished to be able to afford an apartment near the office just so I could slip out and take care of business there.
Jim: I am familiar with that. In moSt of Mexico, the plumbing is inadequate to handle paper, so it is common to put it in a container next to the crapper.
I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear, the directions are only on the sanitizer spray, which is mostly alcohol. Not the assgaskets.
Jeez. Not sure which is worse.
Bummer
Owwww.
I normally don’t worry until I see footprints on the toilet seat. Then I either find a new crapper or just hold it until I get home.
The bathrooms at my work are surprisingly clean and tidy. The portables are chancy because: contractors. Case in point – there’s a large wheelchair accessible unit closer to my new work station that the firm’s permanent latrine, and it’s serviced every 3 days and so maybe the best in all the land, a blue watered Taj Mahal. Thursday afternoon I go to use it and a contractor comes out surprised someone was there to see him exit. I go in and he’d finished whizzing the entire seat part of the unit, the vent pipe (!), half the floor, 3 of the walls. What inspires this?
Considering that I work on a secure floor (meaning you need an id card to unlock the door just to get onto the floor), the mens room is….interesting.
This morning I saw that someone had apparently had a case of the shits bad enough that they didn’t get ass-planted on the seat before it spewed forth, all over the seat, back of toilet, flusher and WALL.
This apparently happened sometime Friday, because by all appearances it’ll require a hammer and cold-chisel to clean off. Knowing the cleaning staff (ha!) like I do, they’ll just lock the stall door and put an “out of order” sign on it until the next renovation in ten years.
A former co-worker told me he seriously considered turning down the job when it was offered, because he used the mens room after his interview.
I spent time working in Malaysia.
Even in the HQ of the national oil company, we foreigners learned never to use the facilities after lunch – by then the floor was awash, the smell was intolerable, and somebody had stolen all the toilet paper, soap, and sanitizer.
Truly some people have a few rungs on the social ladder left to climb.