posted on Feb, 8 2008 @ 03:13 PM
You can tell a lot about someone by what they do in a bathroom stall. Sometimes it's the person who used the same stall before me, sometimes it's
the person in the stall next to me. In any event, it seems like the toilet is a strange window into the sick and twisted world of other people. You
probably know these people. Feel free to add your own.
Mr. Flushy - Mr. Flushy sits in the stall next to me. He flushes the toilet several times before sitting down. Once he sits down, he
flushes the toilet repeatedly. I lose track after about the twentieth flush. At first, it's kind of funny. Then it get kind of creepy. Then I get
angry. It's arsehats like these that contribute to the water shortage. I feel like shouting "Hey, you! Arsehat! You just wasted 100 gallons of
water!!!" What the hell??? Is the stink of one ball of poo so bad you have to immediately flush it away before any others fall? Is this a strange
fixation you never got over as a child? Is it a hint that I need to do a courtesy flush? What? How many thousands of gallons a week are literally
wasted on your sorry arse? STOP IT!
Mr. Poo-Hands - Mr. Poo-Hands doesn't wash after using the stall. Most show no shame about it whatsoever. Then they want to come over to
my desk and talk afterward, and touch my stuff...or....ughhh...use my keyboard or mouse. NO! We started posting a little sign in the men's room,
inside the stalls. "If you don't wash your hands, people notice, and you get added to a list that goes around the office." The number of Poo-Hands
tapered off considerably, but you'd be sickened and amazed to know how many people think nothing of spreading their offal via their hands, around the
whole world.
Mr. CellPhone - Mr. CellPhone talks while doing his business. Literally. He'll belt out the latest figures from the queues, or scores from
the game last night, while grunting out his morning latte. I'm not even sure what to say to someone like this. It's not like they're specifically
doing something horrible, it just strikes me as so... I mean... Seriously, people, how critically essential is it for you to have to talk to someone
that very minute that you can't spare two minutes from the phone?
Mr. Wipeless - Mr. Wipeless finishes, and then immediately pulls his pants up and leaves the stall, usually transitioning into a Mr.
Poo-Hands. It took a minute to sink in on this one. There was no telltale rattle of toilet paper rolls, there was not even a pause, in case it was too
quiet to hear, it was "ploomp", stand, drawers-up, leave. Wh...wh...why!? Is it a pleasant sensation to carry around all day? Is it that you're so
fat you can't reach it? I mean...what? What could possibly... ugh!!!
Mr. Paper-Piler - Mr. Paper-Piler uses the stall before me, and for some reason leaves a giant pile of toilet paper...ON THE FLOOR next to
the toilet. Why? There's no obvious "use" of the paper, it's just like the guy undid half the roll and left it on the floor in a big pile. This is
a fairly regular thing, it's always in the same spot. Why?!?!
Mr. Flinger - Mr. Flinger is into target practice. He picks his nose, and apparently finds a way to launch it, across the stall, onto the
opposite wall. I don't understand this one at all. There's toilet paper right next to you. There's a place to dispose of it right under you. It's
not like you even have to carry it to a trash can. You could even use a seperate square for each one if you have to... Why is there this pressing
desire to coat the opposite wall with nose goblins?
Mr. Boo-Bandit - Mr. Boo-Bandir missed the toilet...and somehow hit...the wall, and not with urine. How do you miss the g_d_
toilet!?!?!?. Are these people hovering over the toilet, casually aiming with their eyes shut, and dancing at the same time? I hope to God that's
actually the case, because the idea that I work with people who would purposely CATCH their excrement and then choose to throw it against the wall is
too horrible to imagine. In middle school, something like this is a sick prank. As an adult, it's past the line of psychosis.
Mr. Rollwetter - Mr. Rollwetter thought it'd be a great idea to urinate all over the toilet paper rolls. Not like an "oops" where a few
wayward drops or splashes fly off before a manual "correction" to the aim, but like, they decided to firehose the mofo and leave a sopping wet,
pee-stained mess on the cardboard tube and a puddle underneath. Was it to try and discourage Mr. Paper-Piler from whatever the hell he was doing? A
word of advice; this is worse!
I swear to God every single one of these exists in multiple form at my workplace. I work with some seriously _____ed up people.