Sorry for the crudeness of this but had to ask....... The story goes I had to go #1 and hit a public rest the other day. While taking care of business at the urinal, a guy in the crapper next to me let one go that sounded like he peed out of the wrong end. Unfortunately, the stench mitigated over to where I was standing and I seriously almost threw up in the urinal. It was uninhabitable in there and was the worst thing I've ever smelt (that I can recall). So in that case would it be appropriate to ask for a courtesy flush to a complete stranger?
Public Restrooms are like Public Hunting lands. As long as it's legal then I say the stranger has the right to diarrhea just like everyone else. If you don't like it, move on to another piece of public land, I mean public urinal.
I was at full stream man!!! And as Lloyd said from Dumber & Dumber.... "I can't stop going once I've started........... It stings." There has to be a point Brett that the toxicity of the diarrhea exceeds the normal reasonable classification of diarrhea.
push it out and leave... even a courtesy flush at that point likely wouldn't have saved you anything... I was at the urinal a few months back at work, dude in the stall next door let one go that was epic, other dude at the urinal and I both cracked up, I was all like "jeez dude!!!" you just gotta roll with it man...
Never hurts to ask politely... I have been in a similar situation and about four guys just started busting up laughing, yeah I was one of them. Kinda felt bad for the guy, but it was hilarious.
at work here with a bunch of guys... courtsey flush is the rule!!!!!!!!! shoot if i walk in and its bad i'll HOLLER it out. "hey man.... you mind hittin' that flush???" if im in public i'll still say something like, "damn, you hurting it in there!" guess thats just me.... but what i dont understand is jus letting all that FUNKY water just chill in the toilet??? i would think everyone would want to flush.... what happens if you get a "splasher" and there is nasty water in the bottom??? now its all over the bottom of the seat and worse... your own arse!!!!!!!! yuck!!!!!!!!!!
When I was a kid, my grandparents in Pennsylvania had a “Two Holer” (I was informed that was an upgrade from a “One Holer”). We sometimes visited them in the summer and if you think it’s cool in PA in the summer you are wrong. So along about mid-afternoon (when things were nice and steamy) I would stroll out there, open the door, be hit in the face with a veritable wall of indescribable odors and want to wretch! Having no alternative, I would take my place on the throne (hopefully everyone had left the lids closed before arriving…jeesh) and begin the process. Inevitably, it was only then I would hear the multiple loud “BUZZZZZZZ”s coming from the nether regions of the PIT and my imagination would run wild with thoughts of what terrible creatures could survive in that environment, had wings and could fly up to me and my exposed…well you know. Let me tell you, between the stench and the sounds below, there was not a lot of dalliance on my part! Even had you asked for the “courtesy flush”, there were no handles. I once commented on the traumatic nature of my experiences to my mother and all she did was laugh, pat me on the head and say “You’ll survive.” Now you know why I am the way I am.
There are special creatures that only live in porta jons and outhouses...saw it on the x files once..
