Welcome to the Men’s Room


The men’s room can be a scary place. I once witnessed four or five guys in a row walk out of the men’s room without washing their hands at East Towne Mall in Madison, Wisconsin. To make it even grosser, a couple of those guys were walking out of stalls. And to make it grosser yet, it was the men’s room next to the food court, so there’s a good chance those dudes were about to eat.

The men’s room is a rather unpleasant place and I usually try to get out of there as quickly as possible. Urinating in front of a urinal flanked by guys on each side doing the same is just… awkward for me. Of course, it’s a little better when a men’s room actually has a partition between each urinal. I think all men’s rooms should have partitions. In fact, maybe they should make it a federal law.

Yep, I’ve been in a lot of disgusting men’s rooms in my time. The ones in Kentucky were pretty gross. The ones in New York City were the worst ever. But I have to say, that one night when I stranded at O’Hare airport in Chicago, the men’s room was totally spotless and clean during the dead of night. I guess that was the only upside to being at that airport for 14 hours straight.

Anyway, it may seem germophobic, but I like to grab a piece of paper towel and hold it while touching the door in the men’s room. Maybe that thin little paper towel doesn’t actually help much, but it makes me feel better.

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  1. Those guys eating at a food court without washing hands are probably just eating from a food worker who didnt wash his hands also. :o

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