Men’s public restrooms have urinals. The reason should be obvious. But in case anyone can’t figure it out: it’s kinda due to differences in physical configuration between men and women.
However, it seems some of the male gender have “issues” operating those relatively simple devices. Most men are already doing fine. But there are some out there that seem to need some additional guidance.
Guys, this is for you. Read and, if appropriate, heed.
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Urinals are a fact of male life. But some oblivions* out there appear not to “get it” with respect to their operation, and make things unpleasant for the rest.
So, for the benefit of all, here are a few “rules of the road” for urinal operation. Take note, and follow them.
1. Watch your freaking aim. Most urinals are not floor-length console models. Aim accordingly.
A drip or two on the floor is on occasion unavoidable; ditto occasional splatter. Puddles, however, are bullsh!t and are unnecessary.
If you want to stand in a puddle while you take a whizz, go outside when it’s freaking raining. Otherwise, hit the freaking target. Hell, you’re shooting point-blank and have no excuse for missing.
(Don’t laugh, ladies. You’re shooting point-blank too – from even shorter range. And I’ve seen evidence that leads me to believe not all ladies have perfect aim, either.)
2. Pay attention to the business at hand (literally). Read the graffiti above the urinal after you’re done, not while taking care of business. While most can multitask, a few can’t aim while reading.
3. Toothpicks in the urinal are a bad idea. Some crabs have learned how to pole vault. Don’t give them the opportunity.
4. Similarly, cigarette butts don’t help either. The filters do nothing to filter out the smell. And the tobacco helps clog the damn things.
Besides, cigarette butts take forever to disintegrate. And enough of them will clog the drain, too.
5. TP has no business in the urinal. Don’t. Ditto coins, pens, combs, or anything else that’s not p!ss. (I guess spitting is OK if necessary.)
6. Speaking of clogs: if the freaking thing shows signs of being backed up – don’t freaking use it, and don’t freaking flush it either. Why? See #1 above regarding puddles. Instead, use another urinal – or the toilet.
7. Unless it’s broken or clogged, flush the damn thing when you’re done. Your p!ss doesn’t smell like lavender, Chanel, Old Spice, or Axe body wash, fella. It freaking stinks like p!ss. Flush afterwards.
And don’t give me that “I don’t want to touch the handle because other people have touched it after they touched themselves” bullsh!t, either. That’s why there’s a sink, soap, and paper towels in the damn bathroom.
And if there’s a problem, call maintenance to let them know. Don’t wait for someone else to do that.
8. Don’t even think about “dropping a deuce” in the urinal. Not even as a joke. Not funny.
9. Wash your hands afterwards. Others have to use the freaking bathroom doorknob/push plate, too. Besides, I might end up shaking hands with you later today.
10. Dry your hands afterwards. Even if it’s clean water, no one wants to mess with a wet door.
And hit the freaking trash can with your paper towels. They don’t improve traction in the bathroom when they’re lying on the floor.
Rant over.
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*oblivion – a clueless tool of either gender who generally wanders around oblivious to the world around them