While traveling recently I was in desperate need of facilities and hastily pulled into one of the less desirable truck stops for relief. Upon bursting through the doors of the restroom I hustled past the cologne and condom machines to the last, remaining stall. Once inside I began fumbling with an unsteady lock that held no clear promise that it could withstand possible entry from sea bass let alone a curious 5 year old, but it had to hold as the thunderous call of mother nature was overwhelming.
As I turned around I was greeted with a urine stained toilet seat that was in need of pressure washing more than anything.
However, with my only option being tissue I quickly grabbed some tissue off the roll and wiped the seat the best I could considering my weakening condition.
My next move was to reach for some protection from all the disease that certainly resided on that seat. Yes, you guessed it...the thin tissue that is supposed to be used for such conditions that is also somewhat reminiscent of a toilet seat shape and precariously placed it on the seat.
Sitting there and hoping not to have the seat stick to me upon rising and listening to all the foul efforts in the stalls next to me which provided a 5 alarm assault on my senses I wondered if that thin tissue really was of any use.
Common guys, admit that you have suffered that same fate in your lifetimes. Any ideas here for the next time? Is that thin liner really supposed to provide any more protection than a few squares of toilet paper?
The event haunts me still, like a ghost from Christmas past.
As I turned around I was greeted with a urine stained toilet seat that was in need of pressure washing more than anything.
However, with my only option being tissue I quickly grabbed some tissue off the roll and wiped the seat the best I could considering my weakening condition.
My next move was to reach for some protection from all the disease that certainly resided on that seat. Yes, you guessed it...the thin tissue that is supposed to be used for such conditions that is also somewhat reminiscent of a toilet seat shape and precariously placed it on the seat.
Sitting there and hoping not to have the seat stick to me upon rising and listening to all the foul efforts in the stalls next to me which provided a 5 alarm assault on my senses I wondered if that thin tissue really was of any use.
Common guys, admit that you have suffered that same fate in your lifetimes. Any ideas here for the next time? Is that thin liner really supposed to provide any more protection than a few squares of toilet paper?
The event haunts me still, like a ghost from Christmas past.
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