This thing has been bothering me forever, and I cannot take it anymore. I am here to vent and ask questions that keep me awake at night. As you know, I just returned from Houston, which means that I was at the airport, and I was peeing in the bathroom, and I saw things. First of all, I consider any bathroom that isn’t in my house or in someone’s house a public bathroom. Airports. Hotels. Restaurants, etc. I won’t mention any names, but there are also people whose bathrooms in their homes may as well be public bathrooms. Tufia kwa for you people.
Now, I know that some public bathrooms are so clean that you feel like lying on the floor. Example: bathrooms in luxury hotels. They are usually very clean, and they smell very good, and they have the good napkins to dry your hands, and they even have good lighting to touch up your makeup. Still, they are bathrooms that several thousands of people have used, and I don’t know these people – or where they’ve put their bums.
My bag – handbag, that is – is so personal to me. I don’t understand how people enter public bathrooms – and not necessarily the fancy ones – and leave their bags on the floor. That’s disgusting! Someone might have pee’d on the floor, or dripped some period blood there, or thrown up, or who knows what was on the bottom of their shoes. And then you come and just put your bag there? *SHIVERING*
Surely, I cannot be the only one who finds it weird and nasty to put a bag on the floor of a public bathroom. I realize that part of my issue is probably in my head since I sometimes literally imagine crawling bacteria. Still, the bathroom floor in a public restroom is just too much for me. In fact, if I could float in the air (over the toilet) and pee – instead of letting my feet touch the ground – I would. So, yes, I am one of those people who squat to pee and flush the toilet with my feet. I am also one of those people who clean the toilet seat when I’m done. It’s gross and rude to not do so.
One of the things that cause me heartache in public bathrooms is after I’m done washing my hands and I now have to touch the door to open it and walk out – the main door, not the stall door. I have sometimes lingered around for someone else to open it either from inside or outside. I just don’t want to touch things after washing my hands. Somebody, please tell me I’m not alone in this and you’re just like me.
When I’m done peeing and I’m washing my hands, I hang my bag over my body. But if it’s a satchel and has no long strap to hang it with, I pin it between my knees. No, I don’t like to put it on the bathroom sink either, although to be honest, I wouldn’t mind putting it on the sink in one of those fancy bathrooms because they’re always clean and dry.
Oh, speaking about things I cannot do in public bathrooms, can we talk about people who go in there with food and drinks? *PUKES* I can go in there with a drink as long as it’s in a bottle with its cap screwed on AND in my bag. I cannot go in there with say a disposable beverage cup from McDonald’s with the straw in there. It makes me feel like germs are going in through the straw. Or like the smell from someone’s poop is going into my drink.
At my former job, I would leave my bag(s) and drink on the bench in the hallway and go into the bathroom, and honestly, the bathroom was always clean. But I just couldn’t take my water bottle in there, although it was covered, but it was a huge bottle and wouldn’t fit in my bag. I basically preferred to risk having my entire bag stolen than to let it catch something int he bathroom.
Also, there are the people who for whatever reason – too much to eat/drink, upset belly, pregnancy, etc – have to throw up in a public bathroom. And when they go in there, they sit on the floor by the toilet or squat by it and they put their heads really close to the toilet bowl and put their bare hands on the seat. Uhm, what is wrong with you? What if someone with dysentery just finished emptying their loose stool in there? *SHIVERS AND PUKES* I just cannot can. I cannot can!!!
Sweet Potatoes, I know that you are my people, and I know that there must be at least one of you who has and understands my brand of crazy. So tell me about it in the comments! I KNOW I am not alone