What does it say about people that the handicap restroom is the cleanest??
I hate WalMart, but I was in the area today after school so I stopped by really quick for some emergency sustenance - this sinfully delicious, food-from-God known as Yo-Crunch. There are several Yo-Crunch varieties, but I think they stretched "variety" a little too far when they tried putting candy in with the yogurt. Vanilla yogurt will always be disgusting, even moreso when you try to mix a delicious candy confection in it. My personal favorite Yo-Crunch flavor is the boring-but-dependable granola/strawberry combination.
Anyway, nature had been calling since I left school, and apparently I forgot that there were restrooms available even at the Community College, so I rushed toward the women's restroom; I had to pee so badly, in fact, that I walked right by a six-foot-something black man holding a silver purse, a sight that would normally paralyze me for a good three minutes while I laughed internally and made no less than seven gender- and racially-insensitive jokes to myself.
Normally, I try to respect the separation of the regular and handicap restrooms. If a regular stall is available, I use it; while this sounds very ethical and morally responsible, the truth behind my motivation to use a regular stall is actually linked to a very real yet completely irrational fear of angry, impatient people in wheelchairs... but I digress...
At this particular WalMart, there are actually four stalls to choose from, although one of them was occupied by someone (the assumption that it was a woman I am not comfortable making) who was emitting a noise that was something between a sneeze and a cough about every five seconds. The second restroom had an unidentifiable substance on the floor, the third had a broken door, and the fourth... well, since it's almost mealtime I'll spare you the details of the fourth restroom.
I was forced to use the roomy handicap stall, and I was extremely impressed with the cleanliness of the restroom (although the diaper-changing station was in its "open" position). So what is it? Are handicapped women the only ones who know how to put all the toilet paper in the toilet? The only ones who know how to flush? The only ones who know how to clean off the seat when they "sprinkle?"
Perhaps being in a seated position for so long makes them especially conscious of manners during other "seated" activities, such as peeing. Who knows? I'm just glad there wasn't any handicapped person in the vicinity who needed to use the restroom. I'm pretty sure I couldn't outrun a wheelchair.
Anyway, nature had been calling since I left school, and apparently I forgot that there were restrooms available even at the Community College, so I rushed toward the women's restroom; I had to pee so badly, in fact, that I walked right by a six-foot-something black man holding a silver purse, a sight that would normally paralyze me for a good three minutes while I laughed internally and made no less than seven gender- and racially-insensitive jokes to myself.
Normally, I try to respect the separation of the regular and handicap restrooms. If a regular stall is available, I use it; while this sounds very ethical and morally responsible, the truth behind my motivation to use a regular stall is actually linked to a very real yet completely irrational fear of angry, impatient people in wheelchairs... but I digress...
At this particular WalMart, there are actually four stalls to choose from, although one of them was occupied by someone (the assumption that it was a woman I am not comfortable making) who was emitting a noise that was something between a sneeze and a cough about every five seconds. The second restroom had an unidentifiable substance on the floor, the third had a broken door, and the fourth... well, since it's almost mealtime I'll spare you the details of the fourth restroom.
I was forced to use the roomy handicap stall, and I was extremely impressed with the cleanliness of the restroom (although the diaper-changing station was in its "open" position). So what is it? Are handicapped women the only ones who know how to put all the toilet paper in the toilet? The only ones who know how to flush? The only ones who know how to clean off the seat when they "sprinkle?"
Perhaps being in a seated position for so long makes them especially conscious of manners during other "seated" activities, such as peeing. Who knows? I'm just glad there wasn't any handicapped person in the vicinity who needed to use the restroom. I'm pretty sure I couldn't outrun a wheelchair.