AMonger
Veteran Expediter
You stop somewhere to use the toilet, say, a fast food place. Maybe you're a customer there, too. You go to the men's room, or ladies room as appropriate for everybody but Chaz Bono (aside: there's a tabloid currently on sale with a story about a fight s/he and Cher allegedly had, and according to the front cover, it ended with her telling Cher, "You're sick!" and storming out. Chaz is calling somebody ELSE sick? We're in Bizzaro World!). It's a single-occupancy room and you find the door locked, obviously occupied.
How many times/for how long do you twist the handle before concluding that it's occupied? Do you feel the need to knock to verify the obvious?
I ask because I find it funny to be the one inside the room and have somebody twist the doorknob about 10 times for about 20 seconds before figuring out the obvious. It always cracks me up and I'm thinking, "How dense is this guy?"
Then, when I was the guy outside a couple days ago, door locked, after a couple minutes, the occupier (just the user, not the hippie dumb@$$ type) comes out, and it's a chick. The bathrooms were pretty busy, so she apparently figured she needed to do what she needed to do. I don't particularly care. And I realize the peculiar biological plumbing of the distaff set makes it necessary for them to use feminine hygiene products. But I sure would have appreciated it if she would have flushed it away and wiped the seat of the red biological material before she left.
How many times/for how long do you twist the handle before concluding that it's occupied? Do you feel the need to knock to verify the obvious?
I ask because I find it funny to be the one inside the room and have somebody twist the doorknob about 10 times for about 20 seconds before figuring out the obvious. It always cracks me up and I'm thinking, "How dense is this guy?"
Then, when I was the guy outside a couple days ago, door locked, after a couple minutes, the occupier (just the user, not the hippie dumb@$$ type) comes out, and it's a chick. The bathrooms were pretty busy, so she apparently figured she needed to do what she needed to do. I don't particularly care. And I realize the peculiar biological plumbing of the distaff set makes it necessary for them to use feminine hygiene products. But I sure would have appreciated it if she would have flushed it away and wiped the seat of the red biological material before she left.
