It depends on the set up. If it is a bathroom with one or more stall like at work, a department store or a restuarant I won't wait...I will just leave and come back later or try somewhere else.

If it is a "one man" bathroom with just a sink and toilet, I just wait outside the door. I would never knock; I hate when people do it to me.

With the "one man" bathroom the occupant that you are waiting on doesn't know why you are waiting; you could only need to piss. With a bathroom with urinals and stalls the only reason to wait for a stall is to take a shit.

I am not shameful at all about pissing.

So there must be less shameful shitting women because there bathrooms only have stalls....but wait, I forgot, women don't shit.

Knocking more than once is obviously rude. But sometimes you need to communicate that there's a terrible emergency. I have a strategy: I knock again -- and then say out loud, "Yo, I think there's someone in there." That way they think someone else came up and knocked! So they don't beat me up when they get out of the bathroom.

This happened to me fairly recently, and I posted my actions in the form of the Front Page story, "On The Throne, On The Phone" a couple of months ago. The bathroom was a one-staller, and I had to go pretty bad. The dude on the pot was conducting business negotiations with his cell phone and appeared to be a bit oblivious to my plight. I finally caught his eye at an appropriate distance through the crack in the stall door and cleared my throat loudly a couple of times. He got the message, wiped, flushed and relinquished his seat, emerging with a nod and a smile.

On another occasion, I had to wait with some other guys for a seat to open up in a crowded airport bathroom. Obviously, it was not a 'take a number' situation, but there was a sort of unspoken, unwritten code of ethics. The first stall that did open up was taken by the guy that had been waiting the longest.

Under such circumstances, I think it is permissible to stake out a spot and keep a tactful eye on the proceedings to avoid 'losing your place.' If there are cracks in the stall doors, you can usually assess the situation without approaching too closely or staring endlessly. A polite, "I'm next!" might even be appropriate in a really crowded situation.

In a true emergency in which you are about to crap your pants, you might make an announcement to that effect if you are Shameless, hoping to find a sympathetic reaction from behind the stall doors. Banging on doors or staring someone down at point-blank range should be verboten, however. Most guys I have been in bathrooms with have generally displayed common sense and good manners in these tight squeezes.

I find that waiting right outside the stall door is rude. You don't know how long that guy has been on the shitter either. He may have just squatted down, himself, so to wait outside the shitter and make your presence known is no good.

I was shitting in the mall's food court the day after Christmas last year and all the stalls were taken, when some guy, obviously in an urgent state busted in. He was getting the jitters and started pleading with the four of us, saying "Come on guys, I gotta go." It sounded serious, but Christmas dinner was having its way with me, and while I'm normally an empathatic guy, I couldn't stop shitting to help him out. Someone eventually passed their torch because he wasn't there when I got out. I still found his actions unnecessary and I almost jokingly told him to hoist himself up on the sink, but I feared what he might do to frail little me if he were there when I got out. From what I heard when he sat down on the can a few stalls down, he was dealing with a brown demon that needed to be exorcised.

Don't think that just because you gotta shit, that someone else isn't in an equal state of emergency. Just chalk the occupancy up to bad karma for something you did to someone else.

Well, I would post, but being as I'm a girl, I don't shit. Hahaha.

I rarely see this problem with women in the bathroom as much as I see it being a little child taken to the john holding the crotch goblin pose.
I always let them ahead of me in line, even if the people behind me get pissed. No one is going to bogart their line standings in front of a frantic woman with a junior Mt. Vesuvius.

I have, though, seen this happen at parties, and one never knows if the occupied bathroom is someone letting go of the Golden Seal or throwing up all over the place. I love Tydirium's idea of the fake other person. I also will ask, "Are you OK?"

Then, if there's no answer and the door's knock, I descrecate the kitchen sink. Just kidding.

Ahhh! I mean, "if the door's LOCKED, I desecrate the kitchen sink." Damned eye infection.

But just the thought of waiting to sit down on a toilet that is in use by a stranger scares me.
Sure I know that if I use a public toilet the odds are pretty good that someone else was on it since the last time it was cleaned.
But to sit on a "still warm" seat after it was used by a stranger man is borderline perverse.

I'm with you doniker, there's something about a still warm seat and the lingering smell of someone elses shit in the air that makes my gag reflex kick in. Usually i can just clamp the sphincter muscles hard enough so that nothing escapes if i have to really wait long enough. But again, being a female, there's usually not a lot of women shitting in stalls, so it's a safe bet if i have to wait for a toilet then at least i'm not going to have to inhale someone else's shit fumes.

I have seen violence as a result of waiting for the bathroom. I think I posted this story before, but it is relevant to the debate. Many years ago while traveling through Eastern Washington, I pulled over to get gas. I noticed a gentleman enter the portapotty. I went inside to pay, stood in line a few minutes, and went backoutside, the door to the potty still shut. I began to pump gas, and this huge pickup truck with decals all over it and an empty gun rack in the bed pulled up in front of me. A man, with a very aggressive face and stance, got out of the truck. He had a cowboy hat on, tattoos, and very tight jeans on. He approached the bucket and tried the latch, which was locked becuase obviously it was being occupied. He then began to say some stuff, of which I could not hear, and then as I was getting into my vehicle, I saw him with his shoulders hunched out in fight position, and his leg extended and kicked the door in. These doors are suppossed to open outwards, but it kicked inwards. As I drove off, throught the mirror all I could see was the aggressive fellow hulking in the doorway to the potty. I never did find out what transpired.

I Kicked his girly cowboy ass thats what I did. Then I shut the door and tipped the portapotty over and left him there.

That's crazy, Uncle Chunk! A guy who would disregard society's rules that much would certainly have no problem shitting behind a building or something.

Then again, someone that moronically macho probably has a big complex about being seen doing something so unmanly as taking a shit. Maybe this was the only way he could salvage his manhood.

I disagree with doniker on the women not shitting thing. At least on the middle-aged ones. What is it with certain fifty-something women taking so damn long in the bathroom?!? I have found more than one occasion where I have had to majorly dump and found a long line at the bathroom. When the line finally drags through the parade of stalls to my turn, I discover that just about every bathroom is occupied by a fifty-something... For fucking HOURS!!!!

What is so fascinating about taking a God damn shit? Do they wipe and stare at the toilet paper or something? Or did someone just forget how to use the toilet in the first place?

I don't mean to say all fifty-something women are morons who can't tell their ass from their hand. There are plenty of women that age who are perfectly fine, thank you very much. But some (like my mother) go through this stupid stage where they can't seem to do ANYTHING! ARGH!!!!!!

Okay, now that I've vented I will put my two cents in about the waiting issue. I've found that if you do the potty dance and grab your crotch you usually get in quicker than if you stand there and pretend like nothing is wrong. Those jerks who knock on the door and just shove it because I'll come out when I'm good and ready. (Hey! Pyroclastic pooping is an art. It's not to be rushed!)

Of course there was one time I was in the bathroom and the doorknob kept rattling. When I opened the door to give the asshole a piece of my mind, the hall was empty. Haunted bathroom. Whoooo!!!!

I would be willing to believe that many women who post, like me, ole' Shitty Volcano (forever my sista'girl) and the like will have a totally different take on this subject because women seem to be shameful shitters.

By the way, this subject was mine. I wrote to Dave about this 2 weeks ago. It was because of something that happened while my parents visited. We went to an upscale steak house (I drank Cosmos and ate very good grilled veggies, being as I am a vegetarian, and by the way, for a restaurant to have good grilled veggies when the place is a steakhouse is a very good thing), and I had to take my daughter to pee in the restroom, and she and I had to wait for an open stall.
Well, when I and my daughter stood, waiting for a stall, there was a noise that only God would understand coming from the first stall.
However, the last stall was silent, and it was this stall that took my interest.
I watched as the woman in front of us took to the front stall, because the shitting wonder of womanhood erupted from it like a bat out of hell, and I thanked God it wasn't our turn.
But, it was the second stall that peaked my interest.
It took 3 minutes of nothing for me to knock, and I did so with great respect.
"Are you OK", then I added, "My little girl is cross legged."
She came out a bit later, and then after Maddie peed, the woman was in line again.

This prompted me to write to Dave.

But, maybe I should have taken it further. I should have differenciated between sexes, as we seem to have different problems.

Was this woman going to shit, or was she going to puke up her dinner? She looked pissed, and she got back in line.

Anyway, I don't mean to drag on, but by all means, realize, people, that men and women have totally different points of view concerning this topic.

I think women have more of a dilemma. But, I will always say that if I have to go, if someone is "in there", I will now say "I need to poop."
Thank you poopreport.

And, by the way, Maddie supported my other theory that young kids don't care where they go. I was only glad I didn't have to swab this deck.

In closing, man, you may NEVER know what's going on behind closed doors.

By the way, what does ass nachos consist of?

This name intriques me. I only use my name, but should I create a pseudonym like this?

I normally cough a few times, and if that doesn't work I rush into the ladies room or to another place with a restroom. However, I found myself waiting for a man who was just sitting the stall talking on the phone. There were no sounds of crapping, and my knocks, grunts, and coughs seemed to have little effect on the situation.

I found myself having no other choice but to shit. Unfortunately, there was no place to do it--other than the urinal. The sink was too high. I put a layer of paper towels in the urinal and proceeded to do my business. Upon copmletion, I lifted my load from the urinal by holding the corners of the paper towel. I planned to toss it under the stall wall, but I realized that the moister of my ordure was causing the paper towel to grow weak. In a moment of panic I tossed the towel OVER the stall wall, and listened in horror as the man on the phone yelled into his cell that someone just threw a pile of "hot shit" onto his head. I quickly decided that staying would be a bad idea, and apologizing would be pointless, so I quickly left the restroom, got my burger and frieds, and drove home and had dinner with my family.

I have to wait in line when we go to dirt bike races--they are held out in open fields or woods. There are usually about 5000 people there, and maybe 3 portapotties.

People wait in line politely, quietly, and without fighting or drama.

Often I try to find a secluded wooded spot, but often there are just too many people wandering thru the woods to allow me to relax and let go.

So I wait with the others. I also defer to kids.

One of my favorite musicians and all around hotties is Henry Rollins.
Sigh.
Henry.
However,
I think he's related to the trucker who went apeshit on the guy in the porta john that Uncle Chunk spoke of, because I've heard more than one actor and musician say that if you're in the toilet and Henry has to take a dump, he goes kind of postal nuts waiting.

I think that's funny.

I love Henry Rollins, poop agression and all.

Daphne, I'm not really sure what an assnacho is, it's just a name i called my brother the other day and it stuck, i guess it just 'sounded right'. But anywho, i say it's your call if you want a poop-alter-ego than i say go for it. Turdmite, did you seriously shit in a urinal? Now that is some hardcore shameless shitting! Props to you for being an inspiration to shameful shitters like me everywhere.

Keep the handle, ass_nacho. It's hilarious!

Bad humor coming!

Shit Volcano, what do you call ass_nacho with a yeast infection?

ass_nachos with cheese.

I'm so sorry, ass_nacho, I just couldn't help it. Please forgive me. Shit Volcano will explain that I have a hard time controlling myself.

So I was in the restroom this morning, and it was a break in class so it was full. Well, i had to wait in line for a stall behind another girl, and there were two girls behind me. I really had to take a dump because I had eaten greasy food the night before, and i can't process grease (a enzyme problem). So here i am trying to hold in my farts and crap, and the bitch behind me jumps line and takes a stall! She had the nerve to look at me, and then dash into the damn stall! WTF? I was soo pissed. So i took the handicap stall and spend a good five minutes in there. Um, yeah.

Hey, butt_chilli. When that happens to me I try to get in the stall nextdoor to the cow. Then I take a crap, wipe, and throw wad of toilet paper over into her stall.

Daphne, I'll have to gross my dad out with that joke. I've been trying to think of one all evening. Hope you don't mind if I steal.

Steal away, Shit Volcano. God bless the internet, free information. Free bad jokes.
All at the expense of our bud, ass_nacho.

Shit Volcano, I do something very similar. I get pissed when people do that, and I have been known to pick up a turd in toilet paper and throw it over/under the stall a few times.

I've never had the situation arise where I was wait, but I've had it happen in reverse. And it almost got violent.

I was camping. We rented a cabin. There was one toilet in the front, one in the middle, and one in the back of the campground. Most people used the place to park their RVs, but sometimes the cabins filled up.

So as soon as I sit down, someone was pounding on the door. I ask if it's bad, and this kid about my age (16) yells that the other one is occupied and I better get out RIGHT ****ing NOW. He was quiet for about two minutes, but as I was wiping, he started to kick at the door. HARD.

Now, I'm only 16, but this is a wilderness area, with big cats, and bears, so I had a large hunting knife.

Kid kicks down the door, I yank out the knife and start yelling at him how I WAS GOING TO CUT HIM IF HE PULLED THAT EVER AGAIN. I then left.

A few days later, I was using the bathroom, and came out to see this kid walking up the path. He turned around and ran.

=/

The little asshole deserved a good scare, Greg.

I come to say farewell to my poop reporting friends. Tomorrow will be my last day of looking at poop stories for a few months. I am off to the land of volcanoes without computers.

God help me if I get stuck in a stall near these women when the turds start to fly...

GREG,
I must tell you, as someone who has done wildlife rehab for years and studied at the foot of an amazing woman in Kentucky,
sweetie,
a knife will do you no good.
Greg, I have only this to say to you........
Fox 5.3
Yes, type that into Google, read, and buy it in the 4 oz cannister. Listen to me, when a bobcat gets even slightly healthy, you cannot believe how fast it is. And, 5.3 is the only repellent that has been federally designated as bear repellant.

Listen, even if you cut a wild cat, it would die from a horrible infection, and you would be shredded. Do the smart thing, buy Fox 5.3, and listen to me. It's the only thing that would work.
Hope to hear from you after you read about this stuff.

I'm going to reitterate, I bullshit alot on this site, but about animals, I do know a good deal about.

Fox 5.3 is the only thing I would take into the wild besides a Myotron Black Widow, which I also own.

I dunno about you guys, but in Florida, making a line behind the door is perfectly acceptable. However, knocking should only be performed if:
1. You suspect the door is shut with nobody inside
2. You suspect that somebody died in there
3. You think the guy inside is done shitting, and is hiding in there, either reading, or using the phone.

At school one day, after a large dinner the night before and plenty of fruit and junk food on the way out, i found myself in dire straits. I managed to keep it together until recess by crossing my legs and clencging my bum cheeks together. In any other class, i would, of course, have loudly proclaimed my problem and run, but my biology teacher has little sympathy in these situations, as i have previously discovered. I made it to the bathroom, and, finding all the stalls filled, i stated loudly to the room and its occupants that i was a year 12 student who needed to go. badly. upon hearing no letting up by the selfish individuals occupying the cubicals, i rapidly dropped my daks and hoisted myself up over the basin. (please understand, the need was an urgent one!) i was well on my way to fulfillment when i heard a flush from one of the stalls, and the door opened. being unable to stop myself halfway through, and being, of course, a shamless shitter, i remained where i was until i saw the horrified face of my deputy principal, leaped up and ran, leaving a suspiciously brown, stench emmitting trail behind me. to this day, i will never understand why the school should suspend me for performing a natural necessity when it was clearly their fault for not providing enogh toilets to go around.

if you don't want to get beat up just pretend you're using and/or waiting for a urinal (ladies will just get beat up)

I go where I have to go, when I have to go. The homeless population is high where I live and many times the homeless will use a public restroom for sleeping quaters. I usually find another bathroom.

I recently had a door pounder while I had a major Kilaeua event in the toilet. It took forever to get the damn poo soup out. Some bitch kept pounding on the door over and over again. The poo was really nasty. It even had blood in it and all these black and green chunks. Not to mention the smell left the paint peeling. When I finally left the bathroom I "forgot" to flush.

Hey daphne, I'm a woman who posts. Well, OK, woman, teen, big difference. But I'm female

It's nice to see more girls coming on this site as of late.

I tried to open the door to a single seat restroom with a poorly hung, ill fitting hollow metal door. The door didn't open. I couldn't tell if the door was locked with a crappy lock (like a hook and eye, or a bolt with loose screws) or if it was just slightly jammed from due to its above mentioned condition. I thought for a quick moment, then deduced that since noone said anything about being in the crapper that no one actually was in the crapper. I tried the door again, but was instantly admonished for "trying to break the GD door down" in a tone that suggested a deep desire to see me bleed.

I believe the onus is on the occupier. If someone tries to open the door you should say something rather than sit there and cower in silence hoping that the aspiring shitter on the outside figures out the situation.

If it's occupied I usually just wait.

The other day I had a door pounder while riding on Amtrak. There were a lot of old people riding that day and they didn't pay much attention through the medicine-induced haze. Plus, most of them, particularly the old men, got beligerant when someone didn't bow to their massive stupidity. One such old man tried to turn the knob while I was in the stall. When that didn't work he started rattling the knob.

"I'm in here", I called, loudly. I know he heard me because the rattling stopped.

A few seconds later he started rattling on the door again. When that didn't work he pulled back and forth on the door. Then he started pounding with both fists. I suspect this reaction was becaues he realized there was "one of them young people" in the bathroom and I was supposed to do what he wanted.

"You can come in and watch me shit, if you like", I offered.

He stopped. I heard him muttering to himself as he went back to his sleeper.

My stalls Only theory of Long Women's Restroom Lines
One woman taking a dump could slow things down for those having to pee since they can't use urinals.Think of it this way.A men's room has a stall and 2 urinals.One guy is taking a dump while others who just have to pee can just pee in the urinal, be done in 20-30 seconds and leave.Now in a woman's room you have One or two stalls.One or both are occupied by women taking a dump.So you wait maybe 10-20 minutes for them to finish dumping.Meanwhile all the women who just have to pee have no other option but to wait, no urinals.In that time a large line could build up.So guys with occupied stall but with a urinal to pee in wait-30 seconds.Girls room having only stalls,girls having to wait for a stall wait 10-20 minutes.So as you can see the women wait, as a result, 20-60 times as long as a guy in a similar situation cause the guys have the urinal to fall back on.20-60 times, that's pretty enormous don't you think!Not to mention those girls who have to pee each taking a minute.

So let's do the math.5 guys go into a bathroom-one stall, 2 urinals.One guy takes a dump for 10-20 minutes.The other 4 guys, only having to pee, use the urinals and are done in 30 seconds to a minute tops.So for every minute the urinals can accomodate about 4 men.In the, let's round it to 15 minutes, that the guy is taking a dump that means up to 60 guys could have used the urinals providing they only have to pee.Meanwhile in the ladies room things are not as bright.4 girls go into the bathroom to pee.However before they do 2 women go into the stall and begin begin pooping.15 minutes later they finish.Now in that amount of time the 4 girls still haven't got a chance to go yet.The men's group has serviced 60 men, the women's only those 2 taking a dump.Also in the ensuing time more women have come to use the restroom.Assuming they are equal in number to the men there will be a line of 60 women all having to pee.Even if we bring the numbers down it's still alot.Let's say the 2 popping women only take 5 minutes.Well by then there could still be a wait of 20 women and some likely have to poop which mean you'll only service a few peeing girls before the line is halted again by a pooper!That's why womern's lines might not move at all while guys breeze in and out of their room.Even if was just those 4 girls it's still bad!I mean if they could pee easily into the urinal like men they'd all have been done in a minute but they waited 15 minutes cause they have no other choice.Even if they only waited 5 minutes that's 5-10 times as long as the men.Given most bathrooms are larger and not everyone poops that long, but I still think this could significantly slow the girl's line, espicially so if there's alot of women going at once.

So what does everyone think, am I on to something?Any girls here ever get stuck waiting due to a scenario as I described.How often do you need to pee but have to wait for someone taking a dump?

i try my best to hold unless i really need to go then tell the occupent to hurry

this happened to me the other day, i walked in the bathroom at work, having to take a massive dump, i walked in and the one lone stall was occupied, we have a coed bathroom, so i went to the urinal and slowly releaved some pressure, and took a piss, well this is a person in the stall taking a massive dump, a bout mid way through my piss, they realized i was in there...needless to say it was one of the girls, who was embarassed. she quickly finished and came out, shocked to see me at the urnial i was still peeing, but i finished peeing and made a beeline toward to the stall, at this point she was washing her hands and primping, i dropped my drawers sat down and waited a few seconds, not being able to hold it in much longer I farted a few times, as a warning. now let me set the record straight had i known it was a girl, i would have done something else but i thought it was one of the guys i had seen walking in before had...but she stayed in there....so i unloaded. she then proceeded to tell me i was rude for not waiting for her to leave.....this made me mad...so i forced the load out while she was still primping....and this was a bad one too, i had semi squirts going on, and it smelled as if something died...i was in there for a good 10 mins unloading. She stayed the whole time...... i spent a total of 20 mins in there just cause she was waiting to finish

Anonymous Coward, I too, cannot stand the people who hang around forever and complain that you should've held in your crap until they leave. I would've just ignored that girl, taken my dump, and maybe rip a fart near her on the way out.

You know, that would have been an interesting work complaint to make against her. I'd like to see the manager handle it.
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Here's my situation. We have cleaning people at work who clean the restroom twice a day. I'm sure you're thinking, "wow, that's nice", well it is and it isn't. It's great that you always have a clean facility in which to drop deuce, however if someone is in there, they won't come in. You always here "cleaning service" come through the door before they come in. If someone replies, they don't come in.

10 minutes ago, literally, I grabbed the newest copy of a magazine I subscribe to and made my way to my second office. I'm not 3 paragraphs into an article when I hear the infamous "cleaning services" outside the door. "Occupied thank you" I reply. I'm now anxious. I know that they are sitting outside the door, awaiting my exit. I feel hurried. I feel the privacy to let one rip is gone. I'm not comprehending the article I'm reading b/c my mind keeps saying "Hurry up, they're waiting!" Hurry I did. Relieved I'm not.

Am I alone here? Isn't this the rudest thing to do to a person who is trying to take a break from the day? This is a huge building with at least 20 bathrooms, couldn't they move along to the next unattended one? Do they like to walk into a cloud of my lunch?

Laughing demoniacally and muttering gibberish. Doesn't make 'em go any faster, but its entertaining as hell. And if they're
constipated it scares or annoys the shit out of them.

Can't they just train them to go ahead and come on in and clean the rest of the bathroom and politely ignore the fact that you're in there?

Good help is SO hard to find these days.

Good deeds, as you would think about doing during the holiday season, are not always reward. To me at least, sometimes they seem pretty damn stupid.

My flight was cancelled at the Denver airport because of a snowstorm. As a college student on break, I only had a couple days of clothing and some personal items and books with me for what was going to be a quick trip home for the holidays. However, because of the storm, I was stranded for two days at the airport and I was forced to use those dreaded airport bathrooms.

In one 20-some stall bathroom there were at least a hundred people waiting, the line started snaking outside in the cooridor. I got to be next in line for a stall (after about 30 minutes with an anal explosion in the waiting) when a mother behind me was concerned that her young daughter (about seven) was about ready to pee her pants. The girl was crying and carrying on pretty bad, so I let her have cuts in front of me.

What a mistake! First, the mom went in and gave the girl at least half the roll of toilet paper and insisted that she put several layers of it down over the seat. When the girl was finally seated to pee (about 5 minutes later--and I might add that I could/would have been able to shit, wipe and have vacated the stall by then)it took her another five minutes or so to get her activity started. She repositioned herself on the seat a couple of times, and each time her mother had to re-arrange the paper which had fallen off. Finally, after about another five minutes the mom exited so the girl would have enough room to stand, turn around and with her foot, flush the toilet. The only problem was with all the paper used to line the seat, to water came up to about the top of the bowl.

I was quite pissed when the girl vacated and her mother made a nasty remark about my being "insensitive" to her emergency. Anyway, I was forced to use the toilet without first wiping off the seat as their was not toilet paper, and after having a full bowl movement, pulling up my pants, buttoning up my jeans and then going into another line and hopefully, seeing a stall where I would have both the time and resources to properly clean myself.

The second stall I used was way down the line so I don't know what happened to the teenager who was eager to take my stall. If she tried to flush, and was on the stool when she did, she would have had to have been quite a swimmer!

The next day, I had just sat down to pee when another mother knocked on my door and said her girl was having a bowel emergency. However, I did everything but hurry. I took a full, pee, wiped, and even watched the complete flushing cycle before I opend the door. It was my space, my time...damnit!

Mothers like Gretchen had to deal with scare me! They are so demanding and self-righteous regarding their daughters, whom they feel they must constantly control.
I'm a recent college graduate who travels frequently in a sales career. Twice last month I was in airports (St. Louis & Atlanta) and had to deal with situations very similar to what was described. My flight was ready to board and all I wanted to do was pee--I'm up and down pretty fast, usually within 90 seconds--but a mother was in the stall with her elementary-age daughter and among other things, criticizing her for touching the seat, moving around too much and getting off the toilet paper that mom had put down for her. I also overheard the mother passing down generational stories from her family that you can get STDs and PREGNANT from public toilet seats! WOW: NICE GUILT TRIP AND A FIVE MINUTE LONGER WAIT FOR ME! Also, guess who didn't have any toilet paper to wipe with when she was done and almost late to board her flight! Such parents are toxic and not only piss off those waiting in line but I feel they do their children a misservice by encouraging them to avoid confrontations and hassles by not even wanting to use a public toilet. I was lucky in that my mom didn't seek to micromanage me and my younger sister. She would simply accompany us to the entrance to the bathroom and then let us find a stall, get up on the stool and do our own thing. We were taught to make sure we latched the door for security reasons, wiped ourselves, flushed and then washed our hands. All is doable within two minutes and without parental hawking. Oh, and the lines will move a lot faster!

I usually stand about ten feet away from the bathroom door/ stall door.

Repeating an earlier post, it depends on the way the bathroom is set up.
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"-55F, a new record low? Nope, thermometer went bad. Looks like -50F still stands"

My mother, who is a community theatre actress, loves to show expression in almost everything she does. About 20 years ago when I was just starting school, we would be waiting in line in the ladies room and she would begin a monologue just outside the stall that was supposedly directed at me. She would move as close to the door as necessary and say things like: "I know honey, it hurts but don't cry because I know it will only be a few more seconds." "I can see her now and she's getting ready to get up and flush." "I know you're nauseated again--you'll be in there in just a few seconds." "How many of these diarrhea attacks can you have in just an hour or so?" "You're starting to sweat and look pale--if you have to you can puke in the sink--I've had to do it before!" "Try and move around a little while we wait and it won't hurt as much". "Ma'am, we have an emergency out here--I hope you're just about done." "Undo you're belt so you can get on the toilet faster". Some of the occupants would vacate fast and even sometimes apologize to us, but sometimes as they walked over to the sinks Mom would cut in front of me and take first use of the stool. Even now, she hasn't lost her touch for manipulating people and getting her way in almost any situation!

Great Day In The Morning! Your mother is a genius! Fantastic anecdote.

ok I just want to say that if there is a little kid,elderly person,or pregnant woman behind you in line for the bathroom,by all means let them cut ahead of you.now im pregnant with a little boy and i have twin girls already and so many people let me cut in front of them!i love it.even if i dont really have to go too bad,all i have to do is cross my legs, hold my belly ,moan, and say 'oh i really have to go' and i can get several people to let me cut in front of them.its fun.