That’s Life Yesterday I walked into a public restroom, entered a stall and sat down. The seat was warm. Apparently the previous occupant had spent a significant amount of time in there in the not so distant past. Gross. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related 7 thoughts on “That’s Life” Add yours I’m anti-public restroom myself. I’ll do anything to avoid using one. But, as a citizen who’s concerned for bottoms around the world, might I recommend Dillard’s restrooms if you find yourself in a peeker pickle. I’ve searched high and low and Dillard’s by far has the cleanest commode going. Reply Holy crap (pun intended)! That “peeker pickle” post is hilarious. Reply Public restrooms gross me out. Especially at the airport. It’s really gross to think how people stand in line, waiting for someone to get off the toilet so they can sit in the same place. Yech.All that being said…thanks for the post, Becky. (PS…some things…are better kept to yourself!) :?) Reply Nothing about bathrooms grosses me out after praying to a porcelain god in the Addis Ababa airport. Seriously, if I didn’t die from the food poisoning OR the germs in the bathroom, I must be invincible. Reply True, Brandy. Warm or not, at least I had a pot to sit on. Reply well, at least it wasn’t a nasty port o pot after a marathon…do you know what’s in those things? NASTEEEEEEEEEE Reply Beck – Remember the squatter in Morocco? You squat down and hope you don’t pee all over your shorts and legs. Then you get to wash it down the hole with a bucket of water. The best part is that we had to PAY to do that like it was some sort of carnival ride. Sheesh. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.