Call me crazy, and call me paranoid . . .

But I'm just not comfortable when I use a restroom, and it smells, well, like the smell of human excrement that's gone stale after being the air for too long.

And then I turn around and see a sign like this on the inside of the door:


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No, I did not write that as a joke, and no I am absolutely not making this up. The only reason the picture is blurry is because all I had was my cell phone and I wanted to document this horror.

As people always seem to in horror movies, I had one of those irresistible impulses -- coupled with an inner voice telling me Not To Do It -- to look inside the trash can.

Yes, it contained what I thought it would. (And yes, I'm afraid it was in New Jersey. Sorry; I know the whole state isn't like that.)

I tried not to touch the doors, and I ran out of the bathroom without daring to wash my hands.

posted by Eric on 10.13.05 at 11:08 PM





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That is disturbingly funny!

Eric   ·  October 13, 2005 11:58 PM

The shittiest post ever, if I may say so myself!

Eric Scheie   ·  October 13, 2005 11:59 PM

A lot of places in Asia with unreliable old plumbing (even, until a few years ago, some venerable Tokyo department stores) have little wastebaskets in the toilets and signs reminding you that you can't flush the toilet paper.

Sean Kinsell   ·  October 14, 2005 12:34 AM

A very common practice in modern Mexico. I suspect illegal alien influence in NJ.

RiverRat   ·  October 14, 2005 04:00 AM

What should I expect, traveling to a Third World country?

Eric Scheie   ·  October 14, 2005 07:12 AM

But you did stay long enough to take a picture.

John   ·  October 14, 2005 08:46 AM

Eeewww!

So. Did everything come out okay?

Bonnie   ·  October 14, 2005 08:52 AM

Duty called! And I had no idea what I was getting into. By the time I saw the sign, I was engaged in the business at hand. But then another form of duty called -- a duty to document the horror. I stopped breathing through my nose, whipped out my cell phone, and did the best I could under very trying circumstances.

Eric Scheie   ·  October 14, 2005 09:38 AM

We don't want to hear about your dooty.

John   ·  October 14, 2005 08:57 PM


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