Dear Non-Flushers of floor 9,
First and foremost I realize you may not be able to read this letter, seeing as how you can’t figure out how to flush the toilet. However, being the generally amiable person I am, I figure I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt of, at the very least, a high school education (note: “high school” indicates the grades 9-12 in the American Educational system – not a school located at the peak of a mountain or run by Snoop Dogg and Cheech and Chong).
There is a serious matter I’d like you to consider upon urinating: flushing. Flushing is defined in the dictionary as “To be emptied or cleaned by a rapid flow of water, as a toilet.” As complicated as this process sounds, it doesn’t actually involve any need of yours to “empty” anything, nor does it mean you have to clean something. Quite the opposite in fact, it requires you simply to pull, or push, a lever (in any direction). It’s pretty amazing. The “rapid flow of water” comes as if from nowhere and washes away your pee – leaving a whole new batch of fresh water for the next person to pee into.
This may not seem like a big deal to you, seeing as how not flushing doesn’t affect you at all. But to that guy who has to use the urinal after you? Well, it’s a pretty big deal.
You see, your pee smells bad. Maybe it’s your constant diet of Budweiser and chicken-fries, I don’t know. I do know that you are certainly not well-hydrated and you don’t take any vitamin supplements. The next person that has to pee has to deal with your stinky pee. It’s really gross. If you haven’t noticed our bathroom is classless enough without emitting the stench of a malnourished man’s urine. I mean, my God, just standing there for the .03 seconds it takes to do the flushing you couldn’t be bothered to do is enough to make me want to puke. If you flushed the toilet, it would eliminate the smell of your tepid pool of penile swill from the bathroom. It would also signifigantly diminish “splashback.”
Splashback is what happens when you pee at the urinal. It’s bad enough to get your clothes and hands slightly misted by your own urine, but to think that someone else’s is mixing with it and creating a hybrid, uber-pee, is disgusting. You might be surprised to learn that I don’t want your pee on my hands or splashed onto my pants and belt. I’ll tell you what. I’ll make you a deal. You flush when you’re done urinating, and I won’t hold your face in the urinal when I see you leaving the bathroom stinking of the recycled 40 of Old E you drank last night before your trip to KFC.
In closure, I’d like to thank you for at least trying to read this. Please, for the sake of humanity and to avoid its regression to prehistoric times, flush…damn you.
The King of Spills
i love posts about toilets.
The Brewer Patriot says
Dude. If it’s yellow, let it mellow – if it’s brown, flush it down!
Tammy Littlenut: You’re crazy!
Jerri Blank: Pee on me!
TBP – Gross.
KOS – More bathroom posts. I find them endlessly amusing. Who knows? Maybe I’ll write one of my own!
for the past few days, each day, someone in my office has left a floating sphere of poo in the first stall.
I think it’s magical.
Clarence Rosario says
If it’s yellow, let it mellow…
Heidi on Vashon says
Dass just nassstay!