Why do they lock gas station bathrooms?
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It is to entertain the attendants as they see you comming to them panicing and begging for the key. Then they play GOD as they decide wether to give you the key or say "sorry, we lost it" and watch you explode
So poor college kids dont steal:
Toilet paper,
Paper towels and or dryer,
mirror,
plunger,
garbage can,
sink,
tiles,
light bulbs,
toilet.
Toilet paper,
Paper towels and or dryer,
mirror,
plunger,
garbage can,
sink,
tiles,
light bulbs,
toilet.
I was going to suggest to make sure that you really have to go if you're going to use them. So bad, that you'd have to go ask for the key.
But, then I figured that if you're actually going to use a gas station bathroom, well, you must already really have to go.
I guess if anything happens in a gas station bathroom, and an attendant had given out a key, they'd be able to identify the wrong doer.
For instance, L_S borrows a key, and then returns it moments later. Then Morety borrows a key, and immediately comes back saying the bathroom is not useable, and mumbling something about corn.
The gas station attendant can now identify that it was L_S who screwed up the bathroom.
But, then I figured that if you're actually going to use a gas station bathroom, well, you must already really have to go.
I guess if anything happens in a gas station bathroom, and an attendant had given out a key, they'd be able to identify the wrong doer.
For instance, L_S borrows a key, and then returns it moments later. Then Morety borrows a key, and immediately comes back saying the bathroom is not useable, and mumbling something about corn.
The gas station attendant can now identify that it was L_S who screwed up the bathroom.
Excellent question, Saph. 
It's bad enough having to use one without the added annoyance of the "gas station gauntlet."
OK. I've held it for as long as I can but I just can't wait anymore. So I stop at the first station I see along a long, dusty road. I walk quickly to the bathroom, wondering all the while if the lights will work, if there's any toilet paper, and how bad it will smell. But it doesn't matter--I'll just have to tough it out. I try the door. Locked! Damn. Who's that freak at the gas pump think he's looking at? Oh well. Better get the key. I go inside, past the leering eyes of Bubba and JimmieRayBob, and walk directly to the old man behind the counter. "Can I have the restroom key please?" He responds in a rickety voice, "What's that you say? Can you speak up?" It's getting bad now. I really have to go. "Can I PLEASE have the restroom key!?," I shout. Now the guy buying beer in the back is looking at me. "Oh sure, honey," the old man says. And he hands me a key. I briefly consider the absurdity of of the huge placard attached to the key on which someone has scrawled the word "womans" with a black marker. What's the point of this monstrosity? So I won't lose it on the way to the bathroom? No matter. I move on.
Out the door, past Bubba and JimmieRayBob, who are now both quite amused with my hurried behaviour, and on to the....DA DUM....bathroom. As I open the door I am taken aback by the smell....and the darkness. I fumble for the light and discover that, as I feared, it doesn't work. I quickly ponder the possibility of going behind the building, but then there was Bubba and JimmieRayBob to consider. That thought dismissed, I take a deep breath and go in. Thank goodness for the window, which provided *some* light. I quickly make note of my resources and options. No toilet paper, but I have a dollar bill in my purse that I'm sure is willing to give it's life for "the cause". A toilet that looks as if it was last cleaned on the assembly line in 1962. Looks like it's going to be a delicately balanced squatting operation. Don't touch anything!! How long can I hold my breath? Do I still have that anti-bacterial lotion in my purse? What will I do with this damn key? Better get to work. Time is running out.........skip ahead.......I burst from the bathroom gasping for breath. I did it! I did it! What's Bubba doing here? Waiting for me? Freak.
I walk slowly and confidently back to the counter and the old man. I plop down the "womans" key on the counter, thank him, and as I'm leaving I can hear him shout, "Come again!"
So yes....locked bathrooms are st00pid.
It's bad enough having to use one without the added annoyance of the "gas station gauntlet." OK. I've held it for as long as I can but I just can't wait anymore. So I stop at the first station I see along a long, dusty road. I walk quickly to the bathroom, wondering all the while if the lights will work, if there's any toilet paper, and how bad it will smell. But it doesn't matter--I'll just have to tough it out. I try the door. Locked! Damn. Who's that freak at the gas pump think he's looking at? Oh well. Better get the key. I go inside, past the leering eyes of Bubba and JimmieRayBob, and walk directly to the old man behind the counter. "Can I have the restroom key please?" He responds in a rickety voice, "What's that you say? Can you speak up?" It's getting bad now. I really have to go. "Can I PLEASE have the restroom key!?," I shout. Now the guy buying beer in the back is looking at me. "Oh sure, honey," the old man says. And he hands me a key. I briefly consider the absurdity of of the huge placard attached to the key on which someone has scrawled the word "womans" with a black marker. What's the point of this monstrosity? So I won't lose it on the way to the bathroom? No matter. I move on.
Out the door, past Bubba and JimmieRayBob, who are now both quite amused with my hurried behaviour, and on to the....DA DUM....bathroom. As I open the door I am taken aback by the smell....and the darkness. I fumble for the light and discover that, as I feared, it doesn't work. I quickly ponder the possibility of going behind the building, but then there was Bubba and JimmieRayBob to consider. That thought dismissed, I take a deep breath and go in. Thank goodness for the window, which provided *some* light. I quickly make note of my resources and options. No toilet paper, but I have a dollar bill in my purse that I'm sure is willing to give it's life for "the cause". A toilet that looks as if it was last cleaned on the assembly line in 1962. Looks like it's going to be a delicately balanced squatting operation. Don't touch anything!! How long can I hold my breath? Do I still have that anti-bacterial lotion in my purse? What will I do with this damn key? Better get to work. Time is running out.........skip ahead.......I burst from the bathroom gasping for breath. I did it! I did it! What's Bubba doing here? Waiting for me? Freak.
I walk slowly and confidently back to the counter and the old man. I plop down the "womans" key on the counter, thank him, and as I'm leaving I can hear him shout, "Come again!"
So yes....locked bathrooms are st00pid.
Yes Alli, but don't you get a feeling of accomplishment when you hafta work for something you really want?
All women learn the "hover" early in life anyway. Alli & Stormi know what I mean
All women learn the "hover" early in life anyway. Alli & Stormi know what I mean
Did you ever see the episode where Spock had to go to the bathroom? He walked in and found the Captain's Log.
Originally posted by Sapphire Nights
Yes Alli, but don't you get a feeling of accomplishment when you hafta work for something you really want?
Heehee. So true! Actually, I don't mind public restrooms so much. I've seen much worse!
My sympathies go out to the women out there that are traumatized by the negligence of uncaring gas station attendees. You all have it worse. You see, we can accomplish the same task with our hands touching no more than a zipper. Careful footwork and proper shifting will get you in and out without so much as a dirty finger.
Originally posted by hal
Careful footwork and proper shifting will get you in and out without so much as a dirty finger.
Hal, are telling us you don't wash your hands after you go potty?
Heh, no way. I'm sorta germophobic. You should see all of the men that don't though. In a crowded place like a movie theater or a sporting event, I'd bet a good 70% just walk right by the sink.
I do maintain that we enjoy an advantage of being able to accomplsh the same task in fewer (and less compromising) moves!
You should see all of the men that don't though. In a crowded place like a movie theater or a sporting event, I'd bet a good 70% just walk right by the sink.I do maintain that we enjoy an advantage of being able to accomplsh the same task in fewer (and less compromising) moves!