Comments on: Private Bathroom Behavior

By: JayAre

JayAre — Fri, 20 Apr 2007 20:44:49 +0000

I totally used to do that stuff when I worked at a law firm and had a nice, clean one-holer private bathroom. But now that I work in a restaurant, I’m constantly not only in the midst of strangers, but under scrutiny by them. “Did she really wash her hands long enough? Did she just touch her hair?”

By: Jenny

Jenny — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 17:24:21 +0000

Dahli: I can totally picture you doing that. I love it!

Beth: Yes, of course, but this particular bathroom has such a large handicap stall, you would have to get down on the floor at an awkward angle to tell if someone was in there, so I usually rely on my ears.

beth c: I also use the smae stall every time. I wonder what that’s all about. I guesss i thingk I am using an odd stall, that maybe isn’t used as often?

Jesse: That’s so funny because I think my pee sounds like a waterfall and I always thought it wasn’t a dainty sounding pee like others’.

By: Jesse

Jesse — Sat, 14 Apr 2007 14:20:58 +0000

I have a poop stall and I never stay long if someone else is in there. Also, I can’t pee if someone is in the stall next to me not peeing. I just sit there in mortified silence until they go, trying to coax out my fickle stream. Somehow I think I’ll be judged by the way my pee hits the toilet. “Oh, she’s a week pee-er, she must be (insert judgement here).”

I need therapy.

By: beth c

beth c — Sat, 14 Apr 2007 01:37:22 +0000

Since I work at a middle school where the only ‘staff only’ bathroom is clear at the other end of the building, I always end up using the kid bathroom right across from my classroom, as quickly as possible. But for some reason, I use the same stall every time.

By: Beth

Beth — Fri, 13 Apr 2007 19:15:03 +0000

That poor lady. And I’ll totally engage in PBB, but only after checking for feet to make sure no one’s marooned.

By: dahli

dahli — Fri, 13 Apr 2007 06:38:32 +0000

you are not alone.
I talk to myself a lot. a whole lot. & the stall in the restroom (even though there are many other stalls there) somehow gives me the illusion that no one else can hear me think out loud. I have a few embarassing moments thanks to that little quirk of mine.