way to amend your OP because the thread was backfiring. good show
The real question is this: are there dividers in between the urinals, and are they good dividers? By that I mean, do they actually come up about to shoulder level and stick out a bit from the wall?
Urinals without appropriate dividerfication are useless.
WTF. Who cares? Someone at work was talking about this a couple weeks ago and I didn't say anything but in my mind I'm thinking 'there's dividers between the urinals?'
I check it out the next time I'm in the bathroom, and sure enough, there's like a 1'x2' piece of formica between the two urinals. I'd never noticed them before in all my years of pissing.
Are guys really that bashfull? Jesus Christ. Honestly, I woudn't even care if some dude wanted to check out my hose while I peed. Not my thing, but hey, if I can make someone else's day... right?
what if someone has a medical condition which makes their wizz come out really slow and weak... then when they are done peeing they have to shake it 20 times to get all the drips out... it might look like they're just standing there tuggin' it. so they might not be bashful per se but maybe just want a little privacy.
i think it's more jacked up that people care about what others do in the can, but i'm just saying that is a possible explanation (among hundreds) that someone might want to use a stall or urinals with dividers.
Wow, you guys are geniuses. I never said anything about them pissing on the seat. I don't know what your problems are that you apparently think no one can manage to not piss on the seat, but I'd recommend getting some help with that.
You really are weird that you're paranoid that someone doing this is doing it just to piss on the seat in the event that you're going to want to use it.
Actually, it would be possibly the funniest thing if they were doing just that. If they were, you know its because they've dealt with people like you guys.
I like it when someone is peeing at the farthest urinal, I'll go and pee in the one right next to him and strike up a conversation.
Get into a routine in which you don't shit at work anymore. Hold it for a day and let it out at night, before bed. Or get on a first-thing-in-the morning routine. Then you don't have to worry about using a urine-sprayed toilet seat.
Do people honestly plan out when they shit so they don't have to do it in public. I just go in and do it. Its a bathroom for christs sake I use it to shit in.
Do people honestly plan out when they shit so they don't have to do it in public. I just go in and do it. Its a bathroom for christs sake I use it to shit in.
Maybe he needed a bump. Its hard to snort coke in a urinal.
Bathroom has 5 stalls and 4 urinals, all empty.
I'm washing my hand... guy walks in, proceeds to walk to the end of the room and into the last stall, unzips and pees standing up into it. D:
Whh.. whaaaat, why... why would you do that?
edit for clarification on the seat: It's was really none of my business other than taking notice of it so I didn't go check but assuming the seat was down, he didn't put it up. He just walked in and went.
At times I've gone into a men's room, quickly entered a stall, kicked up the seat, and let loose my strong yellow stream.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Does it need to be said that not only have I used a urinal on many other occasions, but also a porcelain trough?
I guess here in post-pussified America it does.
Dayum, young-uns, dayum.
I have this very specific memory of entering the men's rooms @ the old Connie Mack Stadium in North Philly as a nine year old:
Rough and woefully uneven concrete floor, inclined from both sides towards the middle, the length of which ran an open gutter, with a big drain in the very center.
On either side, two long porcelain troughs, men peeing shoulder to shoulder, about ten to each side. As one left, one of us waiting took his place.
It was the floor that I remember most. It was . . . awash . . . completely fucking soaked . . . in God only knows what foul mix of effluvia. You could not avoid sloshing through it, not if you wanted to pee.
Epic!
Welcome to the City of Brotherly Love!
Connie Mack predated the Vet which predated our current pristine and beautifully appointed stadium.
Did I mention that when you parked on the nearby North Philly streets you gave the cheerful local black youths a fistful of change or a buck or two to "watch your car" for you?
And that it was all very civil and orderly and . . . accepted . . . and that nobody batted an eye?
The times, my friends. They have most certainly changed.
Now excuse me, my delicate flowers, but I'm going to go out into my backyard and pee . . . because I CAN.
Stop whining and getting worked up over other people's pissing habits. Its a fucked up thing to do. Well unless they are pissing directly on you, in which case, what the fuck are you doing so close to the other person in the first place?