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Urinal Musings – Invitation to Write #66

For Writers:

In the average public men’s room, it’s not uncommon for there to be a bank of three urinals. Sometimes there’s a divider between the urinals, but often times there's not. Even when there is a divider, the middle urinal hardly ever gets used, unless you’re at a concert or baseball game or some other high bathroom traffic sort of venue.

Don't use the middle urinal even if the bathroom is empty when you enter. You just never know when someone else might come in, and you don’t want to break the unspoken urinal etiquette.

One thing women might not know is that some of the cheaper urinals splash. It’s always a good practice to point Mr. Bill (or whatever your favorite term of endearment might be) down at the drain. If you just spray the back of the urinal, it’s possible that urine will splash back on your shirt. Then, you have to cover up the incident by spilling a bunch of water while washing your hands – just to make it look like the splash came from the faulty faucet rather than your own high-pressure hose.

What is the strangest, weirdest, or grossest thing that’s ever happened to you (or that you’ve ever seen) in a public restroom?

"There are two things that Jack Bauer never does. Show mercy, and go to the bathroom." -- Kiefer Sutherland


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