Speaking of urinals, about a fifth of the time I visit the second floor men’s room here at the office, I’m faced with a shallow pool of a dark yellow, foamy bladder juice, left on display as some sort of trophy, eagerly awaiting the appreciation of the next unsuspecting visitor. (How’s that for being influenced by Stanhope?)
When I’m faced with this small, yet irritating obstacle, I habitually left-kick the flush valve and swing my momentum backwards to avoid potential splashy badness, in one fell swoop. You know, so I don’t have to make skin contact with it.
Each time this I witness this phenomenon, I ask myself “WHY?” Did my trophy comment get close to the truth behind this mystery, or is the culprit germophobic and afraid of making contact with the flush valve, similar to myself (well, besides the germophobic part)? If the later case, I’m willing to share with him my momentum kick technique.
P.S. This is sort of an attempt at humor and entertainment. I’ve added an “Observations” Category for this post. If viewer demand warrants it, I’ll add more Observations, rather than mind numbing Archive and Hardware posts.
