Not to dwell too much on the whole toilet thing, but I've spent the last several days touring the public restrooms through Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania and Maryland only to discover that human beings are disgusting.
Oh sure, they're all prim and proper when they are at your dinner table, but when they're on a road trip frequenting the public restrooms of the Turnpike, they could give a piddly poo about decorum and decency.
They become the most smelliest, noise-emitting, seat-spraying Jackholes to occupy our planet. And I'm not even talking about the Men's Room.
I dunno, I still believe in muffling toots and using seat covers and imploding rather than making uber-substantial deposits at the bathroom bank.
I know, it's gross to talk about, but let me say this - it's even grosser to live through it.
Prude? Maybe. The person you want in the neighboring stall? You bet your bare ass.
1 comment:
in full agreement, Emily. And you haven't even touched on the talker types who sit down and start a conversation as if there is no more natural place in the world for a discussion of the pennant chances of the Tigers to occur.
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