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Wednesday, February 14
Extreme Restroom Challenge

Best. Valentine. Gift. Ever.

MMC is remodeling the famous one-seater bathroom in my area. Now! As we speak!

It's an odd configuration. It's a one-seater on the main hall, yet, the only way to lock it is at the stall level, rather than it's main door that opens into the hall.

So, when people happen by they look inside, and, if the stall is occupied, they move on.

Well, most of them do. There is the occasional person who will actually wait in there with you while you finish. Yes, really.

Can you say performance anxiety?

There is also the element who will look inside, see that it's occupied, and, wait out in the hall for you to finish.

That's no good. I can "feel" them out there, lurking, waiting. They need to move on to greener pastures once they see feet.

I guess the remodel won't take care of the FLUSH! issue, though, since the FLUSH! is kind of new.

But, as happy as I am about the whole prospect of a better bathroom, it will temporarily kick the whole "search for a bathroom" thing up a level.

Game on, lady.


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That is a great valentine's day gift indeed!!! it just oozes sexy ;)

Go to Spencer's. Buy one of those "fart" boxes and take it in with you. If you feel someone's presence, simply push the button over and over interjecting "ah! OH YeAH!" "Moan" "Oh boy" until they choose to step out and away.

While they are remodeling tell them to make sure the paper towel dispenser is at the right level. This means after you wash your hands, reach for the paper towels the water from your hands does not run down to your elbow :-) Pet peeve of mine. Silly but aren't most pet peeves? Happy Valentines' Day!

Posted by: MommasWorld | February 14, 2007 11:55 AM

Those loud flushers scare the CRAP outta me...

LOL

I hate the loud self-FLUSHers, too. That restroom sounds very restive. I'm glad they're fixing it!

I have that same issue. If there is someone in the stall next to me or heaven help me a few people hanging out in the bathroom chatting, I can not have a bowl movement to save my life. With all of my stomach problems this can lead to horrible mind numbing pain. Something else I have to ponder while I am in the lady's room, our receptionist sits on the other side of the wall. She decided to tell us that she can hear when we spin the wheel of TP and commented on how some people use way too much. Thanks a lot lady just add more stress to the situation. I sit there and try and figure out how many sheets would be considered just right.

Posted by: Jess | February 14, 2007 2:57 PM

I just added you to my BLOGS.

I met you at re:create last week.

Peace
Chad

Happy Valentine's Day to my fave Mommy Blogger!

I thought it was only guys who hated lurkers. Most of my buddies are almost phobic about people being around - then you get the occasional guy who talks to you at the urinal and ... um ... the river stops flowing ... [Wierdo! Stay back!]

Why can't people just leave us alone to conduct our business in peace?

(Glad you're getting a new "loo", as we call em in Australia)

Happy Valentine's Day!

Oops! I put the wrong URL on my comment above. This is the right one.

I just clicked on your "FLUSH" link and was ready to have tears come out my eyes I was laughing so hard. I'm glad to hear that bathroom is being remodeled; you've talked about it several times.

YAY for new potties!

Sorry I've been away - the dern computer finally bit the dust and I did a system reload, which is GREAT for improving the speed of my computer, but it leaves me with literally NOTHING!

Performance anxiety? Like Calvin in "Waiting..."?

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