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i get a bunch of toilet paper, wipe the seat and then sit right on it.... then flush with my foot. unless the seat has more than just a tiny bit of pee on it....... in that case i find another toilet or wait..

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I squat

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Posted by an9elic

i get a bunch of toilet paper, wipe the seat and then sit right on it.... then flush with my foot. unless the seat has more than just a tiny bit of pee on it....... in that case i find another toilet or wait..

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I squat

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I use the liner - but multiple liners - or I squat.... However, when I go camping and go to porta potties, after a week, my quads really start to ache. If I am tired or drunk, I wind up sitting!

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I squat and don't touch anything. I open and close the door with a paper towel. I flush with my foot and when i wash my hands i don't touch the handles, i use paper towel.

Message edited 4/5/2009 12:35:55 PM.

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I use 3-4 liners if they are available, if not I line with TP.

If I am drunk, I will sit right on the seat, sit on the floor, lick the handle - LOL ad then regret it the next day!

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I never sit bare butt on the seat... yuck.
I line every inch of it with 3-4 layers of TP and then sit.

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I'm a hovercraft in a public restroom

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make sure its clean looking, then the liner then a round of tp paper...

to the girls that squat- do you wipe the seat after your done? im wondering if thats the reason why i walk into messy bathrooms because people squat and then leave stuff on the lid. maybe we need squating stalls and non squating stalls.

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i think it depends on where i am

for example - at work, our bathrooms are kept VERY VERY clean.. so i will sit down without even thinking twice

however, if i was at someplace like... penn station - you bet your hiney i'm squatting!!

if im at a place like fridays or mcdonalds or something, ill either squat or put some TP on the seat

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depends on how grimy the bathroom is... If there is p*ss on the seat I throw as much TP over it AND squat.

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Everytime this ?? is asked I think of this story....never gets old....

Next time your husband or BF wonders what takes you so long in the women's restroom, show him this:

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance."
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.
It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're now soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restroom (rest??? you've go to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs.
It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse, and hand you Kleenex under the door!

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HAHA me I hate public restroom but I usually put that toilet seat cover on then I squat and DO NOT touch a thing. I then flush the toilet with my foot.
I also roll my pants up so nothing touches the floor

I also then turn water on and off with paper towel and open the door with a paper towel..

Can you tell Im a freak....

Message edited 4/6/2009 11:27:42 AM.