I hate bathroom attendants. I despise them. Here are a few reasons:
1) They watch you pee. Or, at least, you think they're watching, so it's harder to pee. You can't pee with an audience.
2) They force you to make a big show of washing your hands. They stand there hovering while you wash, soap and towel at the ready, observing with silent reproach whether or not you have made your hands clean enough to perform surgery.
3) You have to pay them.
The Cincinnati Post has
an interview with Chazz Ward, a man who started a company that trains bathroom attendants. He's the guy responsible.
"We don't have what I call 'commission breath' where we're always trying to get that tip," said Ward, 32, a former Marine and sales representative-turned-entrepreneur. "We're basically there to make people feel like a king -- or queen -- for that short period of time."
It doesn't make me feel like a king. It makes me feel poor and cheap, because I'm too poor and too cheap to want to tip the guy. Granted, I appreciate having a pair of eyes and ears (and a nose, I guess) in the bathroom to ensure it stays clean and usable. But still. I don't like it. I never will.