Why must men's room be so nasty?

For me it was a step up. Literally.

 

Why willingly use the urinal in an otherwise decent public bathroom? I'll take my own space over having to look at piss cakes covered in gnarly pubes marinating in stale golden urine, all just before lunch. The privacy's a bonus.

 

I've never been happier to be a woman.

 

Oh, our toilet stall is a whole nother story. There's only one toilet and it's right next the urinal. It's so narrow I feel like a heifer in cattle chute when I go in there. You have to maneuver your leg to keep from hitting the TP dispenser. Plus, the stall wall is so low that I can see over it when standing. What's worse is that if someone is in there taking a deuce the bottom is pretty high off the ground so the urinal user gets a clear look at the poor person shitting's shoes, pants, and, yes, his underwear... the shitter is a sitting duck because he cannot see anything other than the tiny narrow stall walls. God save the person who wears (ahem!) nature-stained whites or colorful coloreds and has to #2 at work. Every time I get a tummy rumble I start trying to remember what undies I put on that morning. In addition to all this, there is no way to get to it other than go through the copy/supply room where people congregate all the time. Larry David would flip his shit at this bathroom.

 

That was very funny. I hope I didn't wake the house up.

There is nothing sadder than walking in and seeing the deuce-dropper's underwears bunched around his feet.

A guy oughtn't be humbled so much like that in front of his co-workers.

 

Until you need to pee when a restroom is no where to be found.