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Wednesday, March 03, 2004 · posted at 11:43 PM

Public spaces as a dumping ground.

I vehemently oppose it. I’m not talking about a Hong “I’m a rock collector” dumping… I mean the vacating of one’s gastrointestinal processes in a public place. In layman’s terms: taking a crap in public. This is probably not the forum to be discussing such a subject... there exists not any time, place or situation where this kind of speak is appropriate… In fact starting to write about just grosses me out. But it must be said because obviously some people don’t get it.

One might argue that sometimes Nature calls… and you must answer that call. F*** that. You also have built in call-waiting. You know the number. Call them back later… much later… when you’re in a private phone booth later.

Many times have I entered where it is evident that someone’s post-lunch ritual just took place. Courtesy flush people! And please remember that air freshener can only do so much…

There’s not much worse than a cubicle in life (although I have heard horror stories of IT personnel who sit at long buffet tables with the laptops and that is all). The only thing I can possibly think of as being more annoying than a cubicle, or a cubicle in a field room full of loud, annoying, possibly banshee-like voices, is having a cubicle near the office restroom. The humanity. Every flush, every waft as the door opens, every ill-sounding noise echoed by tiled wall. No need to walk to the cafeteria to find out what’s for lunch… you will be the first one to know that it’s Mexican food. You have an Excel spreadsheet documenting who is lactose intolerant. You know who has a urinary tract infection before sexual partners do. Eating disorders? Not a mystery for you. You can probably act as liaison to all these people’s doctors. You know who goes, when they go and how often the go. You poor shmuck.

Yes I know sometimes it really can’t be helped… But you know what? The rival office upstairs also has a restroom. That gas station down the street isn’t the far. Haul butt over there. I hear walking helps move things through anyway.



	Wednesday, March 03, 2004 · posted at 11:43 PM Public spaces as a dumping ground. I vehemently oppose it. I’m not talking about a Hong “I’m a rock collector” dumping… I mean the vacating of one’s gastrointestinal processes in a public place. In layman’s terms: taking a crap in public. This is probably not the forum to be discussing such a subject... there exists not any time, place or situation where this kind of speak is appropriate… In fact starting to write about just grosses me out. But it must be said because obviously some people don’t get it. One might argue that sometimes Nature calls… and you must answer that call. F*** that. You also have built in call-waiting. You know the number. Call them back later… much later… when you’re in a private phone booth later. Many times have I entered where it is evident that someone’s post-lunch ritual just took place. Courtesy flush people! And please remember that air freshener can only do so much… There’s not much worse than a cubicle in life (although I have heard horror stories of IT personnel who sit at long buffet tables with the laptops and that is all). The only thing I can possibly think of as being more annoying than a cubicle, or a cubicle in a field room full of loud, annoying, possibly banshee-like voices, is having a cubicle near the office restroom. The humanity. Every flush, every waft as the door opens, every ill-sounding noise echoed by tiled wall. No need to walk to the cafeteria to find out what’s for lunch… you will be the first one to know that it’s Mexican food. You have an Excel spreadsheet documenting who is lactose intolerant. You know who has a urinary tract infection before sexual partners do. Eating disorders? Not a mystery for you. You can probably act as liaison to all these people’s doctors. You know who goes, when they go and how often the go. You poor shmuck. Yes I know sometimes it really can’t be helped… But you know what? The rival office upstairs also has a restroom. That gas station down the street isn’t the far. Haul butt over there. I hear walking helps move things through anyway.	Recent Posts In typical banshee fashion, I spaced on my origina... I just finished my online traffic school (www.traf... Morning news babie goose ryan bluemouse daves son dawntaught desiree diorama emily escadawg galveric high entropy invisible cube jepgato kyellow lilly mhuang mogbert nudream starfish + coffee verbivore Archives March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 January 2007 March 2007 April 2007 November 2008

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