Ok, so I am certain that I am not the ONLY one who has some type of routine when they walk into a women’s bathroom. I was speaking with my dad recently about this topic, as he is a germ aphobe and I am quickly becoming one. I haven’t quite got to the point where I am wearing the white Mickey Mouse gloves around when I go to public places. However, I am thinking of packing a pair in my purse especially for the experience of using public bathrooms.
So anywho, I was explaining to my father that every time I go to a public bathroom, it feels like I am picking the lesser of 2…3 or 4 evils. It’s almost like entering a game show of some sorts. “And behind door number 1, we have a hair! Is she going to choose door number 1? NO! She is moving on to door number 2. What do we have for her? Looks like this model has been overstuffed with toilet paper! No flushing going on in that stall today! She is moving on to door number 3! This is her last chance. If she doesn’t choose this door, someone could slide right in to door number one and she will be stuck. Door number 3….OHHHH! Someone couldn’t handle their spices today! Door number one is looking more appealing than ever, but it looks like someone already scooped it up. She will wait!”
Then of course when you get in there, you find out if all of that cardio and strength training exercises have been paying off as you hover above the seat. And then comes the flush, if one comes at all! I went to a bathroom recently that had one of those toilets with a high powered flush. I guess they don’t want any DNA left which is fine by me! But when the water splashes up and hits me, it kind of defeats the purpose doesn’t it? I ask myself who designed this toilet? NASA? I could go on and on, but I will leave it at that.