When my fiance and I travel, I instantly have to pee at every gas station in sight off the freeway. I find, most of the time, crowded restrooms littered with lady products (gross!) tissue, water EVERYWHERE, questionable droplets on toilet seats (ew ew ew!!!) and people standing in there who obviously aren’t waiting to use a toilet themselves. Here are the polite ways to use a public restroom to make it a more comfortable experience for everybody.
Don’t drag in your entire posse to use the bathroom yourself. Your friends and family just hog the sink and linger, making other people getting out of the stalls have to squeeze through your gabbing friends (that you’re talking to while tinkling away) to get to the sinks to wash their hands. Oh, and if you don’t have to pee, get out of the bathroom. It’s awkward to walk around you after I’ve just done my business and you’re just glaring at me because somehow I’m in YOUR way.
Also, don’t linger in front of your friend’s stall if someone else was waiting first. Just because you know the butt on the toilet before you does not give you rights to the stall if someone else is doing the pee dance before you walked in. Wait your proper turn- don’t stall hog.
Wipe off your seat after you use it, please. The person following you is likely going to use a toilet seat cover or at least wipe the seat down with a tissue, but when you leave behind pubic hairs, urine droplets, or blood smears from your pesky period, it just makes the person following you think you’re a slob.
Throw your sanitary napkins in the little tin provided for them, please. I don’t want to pee on your bloody tampon floating in the bowl, nor do I want to take the responsibility of having to flush it down. For further courtesy, please wrap your female items in tissue before disposing of them to minimize smell as it rots in there.
If you walk into a stall and there’s no toilet paper, be the cool awesome person who tells the staff responsible for the bathroom that the toilet paper’s out so the next person who goes to the stall isn’t begging for TP from their neighbor or drip drying themselves.
If you get water on the floor, wipe it up with a paper towel or at least tell the staff of the bathroom that there’s a mess. Just don’t leave it for someone else to worry about or slip in. Same goes if you or your kids make a mess of soap, toilet paper, or paper towels. You make the mess, you clean it up.
If you MUST go number two in a stall, please remain in the stall until the majority of the stink dissipates. I don’t want to walk into your stall full of your butt fumes. Gross. Also, make it a double flusher, just for good measure.
If you clog the toilet, would you PLEASE tell somebody? It sucks being the one to tell the staff of the restroom that the third stall is full of toilet paper and crap when I’m not the one who did it…
Also, if you must take your young son into the ladies’ room, would you please make sure to apologize to the other patrons when your curious little boy peeks under strangers’ stalls? I’ve had little kids crawl INTO my stall with me while I’m squatting on the pot. Keep an eye on your younguns.
Don’t use the handicapped stall unless you are truly handicapped. Also, if a handicapped individual comes into the bathroom and you are still in there, hold open the door for them, get them a paper towel, help them turn on the faucet, assist them out of their wheelchair, hold their cane, etc. It doesn’t hurt to be helpful when you’re in the bathroom anyhow.
Don’t do your makeup in the mirror, please. Use the restroom to pee, poop, puke, whatever and then get out. I don’t want to tiptoe around your purse on the floor and then have you dog me out because I, oopsie, got water on your expensive foundation when you have your crap lined out on the counter top like it’s your personal makeup booth. Do your makeup in the car- you’ll have better lighting and fewer distractions anyhow.
And finally, don’t bring your pets in with you for any reason, please, unless they are your medically provided assist pet, complete with medical card proving identity and purpose. Hauling your teacup poodle into the bathroom just because it weighs less than a feather does not give you the right to have your dog yapping away while I am trying to pee and get the hell out, like a decent human being so someone else doesn’t pee their pants waiting on me.