Public Bathrooms 101....
So for the record, I used to have a hard time using public bathrooms. Well actually, for some reason I had a hard time using bathrooms ~ public or not~ if they weren't clean. The past few years I've noticed that clean or not, my bladder doesn't care. I need to visit bathrooms just about everywhere I stop. As a service to my friends, I've decided to review the public bathrooms I visit along the way!
Bathrooms, from Wegmans to Walmart, Joanne's and Michael's, and every little stop I make. The first thing I notice is cleanliness. I'll look at cleanliness, accommodations, soap, stalls & walls. (one could appear very clean, but then you have a seat and noticed that the walls around you are kind of grungy ~ yuck!) Do they only have a blower to dry your hands, only paper towels or do they give you an option? Then among what ever strikes me at the time, I'll share my feelings, impressions, opinion and of course... I'll rate the decor... or lack there of!
So let me tell you one of my favorite bathroom stories from my younger days..... I love this story! It was the early 90"s . In my 30's and single days, so I don't always remember it well for a variety of reasons. There is one particular St Patrick's Day celebration in NYC however that I do remember very clearly. I was with a bunch of friends in "The City" doing a pub crawl during the parade. There were 6 or 7 of us. Somewhere along the way we picked up a new friend. Never saw this guy, didn't know him, but he began following us from bar to bar. He seemed very nice, he was friendly, very chatty, but a bit hmmm, let's say different, yeah, that works... different. He was game for everything, and seemed like a lot of fun. I kind of felt bad for him, as he had no friends to hang out with so he had to tag along with a bunch of strangers. Didn't seem to bother him though.
Well to get to my bathroom part of the story....at this one particular stop, I had to pee (this is a bathroom 411 blog, so "pee" is going to happen!). I headed off to the ladies room and saw this long line. Most of the people in our group, I had just met that morning. They were friends of the guy I was visiting, so I really didn't have any "girlfriends" in the group to head to the ladies room with!
Back to the pee.... We had been drinking beer all day. Come on it was St. Patrick's Day in NYC.... Beer is the chosen drink... Anyway the line just wasn't going to cut it for me. I noticed that there was no such line for the men's room. I head back to my friends and enlisted the help of the first person I saw in the bunch. It was the guy who no one knew, but was having a good time anyway. I grabbed him and took him to the men's room with me. I told him I need him to guard the door while I went in and peed. I figured it was like the women's room and was only one stall. Silly me! Nope, there was a toilet, partially blocked by a pony wall. (you know what those are, they are about 3 feet high, enough to cover the toilet and the butt) and then there was a urinal! Well I pulled my new "best" friend in and made him block me from view in the bathroom while I peed. I had a lot of beer in me.....
After our time getting to know each other in the men's room (he did a great job blocking!). I figured I should know more about him. He was very sweet and respectful and very accommodating. I asked my friend his name.... "Flea" he told me. "Did your mom not like you? Were kids mean to you?", "Flea, really?" I don't remember the response, but he did explain he was in a band, and they were doing well. He asked if I ever heard of them? "The Red Hot Chili Peppers"? "Nope sorry, never heard of them, I'll watch for you though (as I chuckle to myself, yeah right never going to hear about them....) Good luck, hope you do well."....
About 3 or 4 bars later our friend, "Flea" left our group and went on his way.....
...and so the rest of the story.... When I got home that week to Rochester, NY I asked my nephew, Jason if he ever heard of a band called "The Red Hot Chili Peppers" and a guy named "Flea".... he pulled out their CD and showed me he'd heard of them.... Well I'll be!!!!! Out of touch in my 30's!
Me and Flea and our bathroom encounter.... my favorite bathroom story... I do have a few more bathroom stories that I'll share here and there. Most importantly, I go there first for you, and rate the bathroom, let you know what you may be walking into.
Bathroom 411.... it was a bar bathroom in NYC in the 90's's on St. Patrick's Day.... dirty, not enough stalls, very well used, there were paper towels to dry you hands... much more ~ I don't remember!
Follow me on my journey to 60 years old ... bathroom by bathroom and along the way, I'll share some doozie bathroom memories!! ~J
Bathrooms, from Wegmans to Walmart, Joanne's and Michael's, and every little stop I make. The first thing I notice is cleanliness. I'll look at cleanliness, accommodations, soap, stalls & walls. (one could appear very clean, but then you have a seat and noticed that the walls around you are kind of grungy ~ yuck!) Do they only have a blower to dry your hands, only paper towels or do they give you an option? Then among what ever strikes me at the time, I'll share my feelings, impressions, opinion and of course... I'll rate the decor... or lack there of!
So let me tell you one of my favorite bathroom stories from my younger days..... I love this story! It was the early 90"s . In my 30's and single days, so I don't always remember it well for a variety of reasons. There is one particular St Patrick's Day celebration in NYC however that I do remember very clearly. I was with a bunch of friends in "The City" doing a pub crawl during the parade. There were 6 or 7 of us. Somewhere along the way we picked up a new friend. Never saw this guy, didn't know him, but he began following us from bar to bar. He seemed very nice, he was friendly, very chatty, but a bit hmmm, let's say different, yeah, that works... different. He was game for everything, and seemed like a lot of fun. I kind of felt bad for him, as he had no friends to hang out with so he had to tag along with a bunch of strangers. Didn't seem to bother him though.
Well to get to my bathroom part of the story....at this one particular stop, I had to pee (this is a bathroom 411 blog, so "pee" is going to happen!). I headed off to the ladies room and saw this long line. Most of the people in our group, I had just met that morning. They were friends of the guy I was visiting, so I really didn't have any "girlfriends" in the group to head to the ladies room with!
Back to the pee.... We had been drinking beer all day. Come on it was St. Patrick's Day in NYC.... Beer is the chosen drink... Anyway the line just wasn't going to cut it for me. I noticed that there was no such line for the men's room. I head back to my friends and enlisted the help of the first person I saw in the bunch. It was the guy who no one knew, but was having a good time anyway. I grabbed him and took him to the men's room with me. I told him I need him to guard the door while I went in and peed. I figured it was like the women's room and was only one stall. Silly me! Nope, there was a toilet, partially blocked by a pony wall. (you know what those are, they are about 3 feet high, enough to cover the toilet and the butt) and then there was a urinal! Well I pulled my new "best" friend in and made him block me from view in the bathroom while I peed. I had a lot of beer in me.....
After our time getting to know each other in the men's room (he did a great job blocking!). I figured I should know more about him. He was very sweet and respectful and very accommodating. I asked my friend his name.... "Flea" he told me. "Did your mom not like you? Were kids mean to you?", "Flea, really?" I don't remember the response, but he did explain he was in a band, and they were doing well. He asked if I ever heard of them? "The Red Hot Chili Peppers"? "Nope sorry, never heard of them, I'll watch for you though (as I chuckle to myself, yeah right never going to hear about them....) Good luck, hope you do well."....
About 3 or 4 bars later our friend, "Flea" left our group and went on his way.....
...and so the rest of the story.... When I got home that week to Rochester, NY I asked my nephew, Jason if he ever heard of a band called "The Red Hot Chili Peppers" and a guy named "Flea".... he pulled out their CD and showed me he'd heard of them.... Well I'll be!!!!! Out of touch in my 30's!
Me and Flea and our bathroom encounter.... my favorite bathroom story... I do have a few more bathroom stories that I'll share here and there. Most importantly, I go there first for you, and rate the bathroom, let you know what you may be walking into.
Bathroom 411.... it was a bar bathroom in NYC in the 90's's on St. Patrick's Day.... dirty, not enough stalls, very well used, there were paper towels to dry you hands... much more ~ I don't remember!
Follow me on my journey to 60 years old ... bathroom by bathroom and along the way, I'll share some doozie bathroom memories!! ~J
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