Pheh, there's only so much bad news I can deal with in a day before I have to go home and give the kids a hug.
Or post a short thought on urinal etiquette.
Almost every guy knows the unwritten rules of the urinal - no staring, no wildly exuberant displays of aim, no standing too far back, keep it in the bowl, no climbing into the urinal, no reference to size (unless it's something humorous, like "stand back, I need room to get Goliath out here"), etc. But there's also the tricky business about placement.
Given a washroom with three adjacent urinals (call them A, B, and C), every guy knows that if none are occupied, you pick A or C. If someone is at A, you go to C, and visa versa. If A and C are occupied, you either use B if your need is urgent, or you pretend to wash your hands until A or C finishes up.
Went to a washroom today, and a guy was using B with no one else there. And it wasn't like A and C had just left or anything. I felt mildly irritated, and wanted to explain the rules to him.
But I didn't. He's from Europe, and maybe they do things differently there. And I'm a multicultural kind of guy. So I used a stall.
Friday, June 11, 2004
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I always stand in the B stall. Why you may ask? Because it assures me plenty of elbow room. There are so many neurotic males out there that get weak knees simply standing next to someone even though there is a solid privacy panel between them and me. I don't understand it but it works and it satisfies my need to be a non conformist.
Sign me "It could have been me in the B stall!"
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