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Restroom Oddities: See the Bowl, Hit the Bowl

If you grew up in the States and have even a rudimentary education in American film, you’ll probably think Peru is a drink that goes with Fronch Bread, Fronch Fries, and Fronch Dressing.  But I’ve recently discovered it’s actually a country with poor toilet training.  How do I know?  Well, this (Hat tip: Mr. H.):

We *never* have this problem in the States!

We *never* have this problem in the States!

I’ve linked back to the blog post this came from, which is worth a read.  I’m thinking of contacting the author and bringing him in as a highly-compensated correspondent.  He’d have to bring the compensation with him, of course…

BTW, all you non-Mr. H folks out there, why haven’t you sent me anything yet?


Restroom Design: Think Dry Thoughts

[ Update: I’ve uncovered evidence that may explain this malfunctioning dispenser: Check it out. ]

Look, I’m really pleased with the rise of the Automatic Towel Dispenser doohickies popping up (what does it say about me that I had to delete an extra “o” in “popping”?) all over the place, just as I’m pleased with the new blinking-yellow-turn-signals around town.  But if you’re considering switching your restroom (or even just microwave/fridge/vending station) over to the automagic dispensers, consider these rules:

  1. The towels must not run out.  (Okay, so they can run out, but can we get a new roll put in pronto?)
  2. The machine must actually work.

Point #2 seems obvious, but the reality is that most automatic dispensers are battery-operated.  As mentioned in a previous post, sometimes the little electric eye on these guys gets a twitch in it.  Does this enhance battery life?  I’m going to go with, “No.”

Even without the freaky Poltergeist version of the automatic dispenser, you still may end up in this situation (I apologize for the noise…this one’s right across from the Coke machine, which when we get free soft drinks in the cafe, why do we need anyway?):

This is simply unacceptable.

Update! It’s been restored to life, but seems to be very, very frightened. Just listen to it quake in fear…

Who's bringing the cake??

As my good friend and colleague over at Collateral Bloggage mentioned, today is Global Handwashing Day!!!!

To honor the holy day, I’ve created signs (images from the GHD website) and posted them in the restrooms near my desk.  I’ve also pinned one to the outside of Mr. Non-Handwashing-Lifetime-Achievement-Award’s cube.

Doing my part...too subtle?

Doing my part...too subtle?

If you couldn’t read it, here’s what it says:

Take it...use this power only for good
Take it…use this power only for good

If you’d like to post one in your area, feel free to take it (click it to go full size, then print and distribute).  Even if it’s too late to hit the holiday…

Restroom Offenders: Hair we go!

Sorry for the drop-off in visual materials (heh…just noticed an accidental pun).  There’s only so much original stuff I can come up with.  I need submissions!  With me here, Mr. Hall?  But, to today’s topic…

I’ll admit to a certain disdain (read: abject hatred) for those who pretend to wash their hands after using the toilet. Some do it out of habit, not really thinking they 1.) need to wash, or 2.) require actual water and/or soap to accomplish said cleansing.

Today I encountered a man who obviously fell into category #1. He made no attempt to either wash or appear to be washing. He did turn the faucet on for something under a second, but he didn’t make any of the typical faker moves.  No obligatory and abbreviated scrubbing (normally lasting somewhere around a femtosecond), no going for the foamy soap which is easily washed off without cleansing effect (saw that guy yesterday).

Nope, he just wet his fingers and used them to smooth out his luxurious mane of hair (read: he had nearly none, but what was there definitely needed some smoothing).

So, I respect his “I don’t need to wash” stance being followed up by no attempt to deceive.  I just hope I never touch anything he touches.

BTW, he was a stall denizen.  Just to put the severity on his case of Noneedtowash-itis (do not notice the reason I added that hyphen).