Toilets
Toilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
Toilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
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Yay, we're finally getting new toilets!!! Or so we thought....
I'm at a fairly well respected university and I've been complaining for months about the state of the loos, I'm on a committee which gets such 'illustrious' speakers as Sir Robert Winston in for evening science talks and think it's a bit embarrassing showing doddery old ladies to a toilet which is, quite frankly, covered in shit.
So one complaint meeting in September I was told that they wouldn't bother trying to hire cleaners who actually use anything more than a hopeful flush to clean the loos since they were being refurbished in summer.
Yes, they think that a rehaul in June is a good excuse not to clean the loos from September onwards. A student house yes, but one of the oldest chemistry departments in the country?? Shocking!!
I bided my time patiently, took the old doddery ladies to the second floor bathroom or told them to try and hold it in for a whole academic year (my biding, not their holding it in...) and finally the builders arrived. They drank tea, they whistled at the hot scientist girls, they even picked up a screwdriver once. Steadily the summer disappeared and my hope grew in an inverse relationship. Finally yesterday my day of reckoning came, the builders had taken down the paper&magic marker 'Do not use, toilets being refurbished' sign.
Instead of going to the basement to use the loo, as I had been for many months, I ventured into the ground floor loos.
The floor shon!
The walls gleamed and sang happy peeing songs to me!
I felt like eating my lunch off the restroom floor, smiling all the way.
I headed towards the dirtiest of the loos and with trepidation opened the door....
Imagine my horror on discovering that the cheapskates had changed everything in the loo except that actual shit stained loo itself.
Yes, that's right, they'd put a new floor in, put up new partitions and doors, even changed the loo roll holders, but it had not occurred to them to change the actual loos.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 16:49, Reply)
I'm at a fairly well respected university and I've been complaining for months about the state of the loos, I'm on a committee which gets such 'illustrious' speakers as Sir Robert Winston in for evening science talks and think it's a bit embarrassing showing doddery old ladies to a toilet which is, quite frankly, covered in shit.
So one complaint meeting in September I was told that they wouldn't bother trying to hire cleaners who actually use anything more than a hopeful flush to clean the loos since they were being refurbished in summer.
Yes, they think that a rehaul in June is a good excuse not to clean the loos from September onwards. A student house yes, but one of the oldest chemistry departments in the country?? Shocking!!
I bided my time patiently, took the old doddery ladies to the second floor bathroom or told them to try and hold it in for a whole academic year (my biding, not their holding it in...) and finally the builders arrived. They drank tea, they whistled at the hot scientist girls, they even picked up a screwdriver once. Steadily the summer disappeared and my hope grew in an inverse relationship. Finally yesterday my day of reckoning came, the builders had taken down the paper&magic marker 'Do not use, toilets being refurbished' sign.
Instead of going to the basement to use the loo, as I had been for many months, I ventured into the ground floor loos.
The floor shon!
The walls gleamed and sang happy peeing songs to me!
I felt like eating my lunch off the restroom floor, smiling all the way.
I headed towards the dirtiest of the loos and with trepidation opened the door....
Imagine my horror on discovering that the cheapskates had changed everything in the loo except that actual shit stained loo itself.
Yes, that's right, they'd put a new floor in, put up new partitions and doors, even changed the loo roll holders, but it had not occurred to them to change the actual loos.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 16:49, Reply)
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