Strike up a conversation - she`s clearly in there touting for some action.

I can't recall this happening to me (yet), but I voted for "business as usual". I think there'd probably be a momentary pause as I assessed the situation, but I can't imagine that I'd turn and leave.

I'd walk over to the urinal and then ask her "are your hands clean and would you mind holding this thing for me?"

Classic CEP....and being the polite young(cough) lady I am, would....and to top that I would even do the little "shake" to finish things up.
Producing waste since 1967

I vote 'business as usual' - as in fact I did, way back!!

I usually strike up a conversation, cuz if there's woman in the men's room, she no doubt took the last cat...

I would stop and ask questions, as bizarre as that may seem. I've accidentally walked into the women's room a couple of times, usually because I'm distracted by something other than my mission for bodily relief.

The first time was in college. I was going to take my mid-terms in Linear Algebra. I was late (by just a couple of minutes) so the halls were empty. I was reviewing some theorem or another. Since this was 1.5 hour test, I figured that I better empty the bladder before I headed to the classroom. I walked down the hall, turned the corner, noticed some older guy walking down the hallway, opened the door and walked in all the while mentally reviewing for the test.

After a second, I realized that something was different. "They must have painted the bathroom", I thought. Then I looked around and noticed that the sink board seemed to be longer. I looked for the urinals but there were none. "Odd.", I thought, "They were here yesterday." Then like a mudpie to the face, I realized that I had gone in the wrong door.

I scurried out as quickly as I could. The entire event had actually only taken 10 seconds. As I was standing there in the hallway, visibly shaken, the man who had been walking down the hallway approached and said something. I muttered back that I should pay more attention to which room.

Unfortunately, in the middle of the test, the shock of walking into the ladies room wore off. That's when the humor of it hit me. During the rest of test, I kept giggling to myself. It was very hard to concentrate. In the end, I still got an excellent grade.

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Yo quiero Taco Bell.

Sorry folks but in a shituation like that its NOT SEXUAL its BATTLE CONDITIONS! Hate to say it ladies you've been warned. Its gonna be loud and its gonna stink. If I have to use a public restroom it means that all hope of reaching my home toilet has been abandoned.
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

Five years ago, during my first week of middle school, I got lost and was in a wing of the building I hadn't seen earlier. I had just gulped down my lunch because of long lines (we had only 25 minutes) and I had just a couple of minutes to pee before my family & consumer science class. There were no doors leading into the bathrooms anywhere in the school, just a corner off a hallway, and a wall with two sides, one for each gender. The small plate on the corner of the wall indicated which was which. Because I was so hurried and ready to burst my bladder on my new skirt, I missed the sign and walking fast I turned to the left for the stalls and was bolting toward the far end of the room where I normally take the final stall. It's a longstanding habit. By the time I had passed the first stall something caught my eye as being strange. There was a boy, probably about three years older sitting on the toilet taking a shit. In the second stall, another boy--my age and I knew his name--also looked startled as I ran by. Just as a noticed the mistake I had made, at the split second, three boys at the urinals, started shouting at me. I said nothing, I know I should have apologized, but I immediately ran out and in doing so, ran into three boys walking in together. I just disappeared down the hall as fast as I could. I took the staircase upstairs and, after carefully checking the arrows, gingerly walked into a restroom where I was certain I would have no surprises. Although my bladder was ready to burst, it probably took me almost 10 minutes on the stool until I got my pee flow going. I also agree with the statement, "It scared the shit out of me!" because just as I was about to adjust my skirt up I started to feel a crap coming on. I had been a couple of days since I had gone and it came out rapidly and in one large deposit that momentarily hurt me. When I grabbed for the toilet paper, I discovered the stall was out. That night my best friend Stacy stayed over. She's two years older than me and was really badgering me about what Jason (everyone thinks he's hot!) looked like on the toilet and how much I got to see. She even talked about trying to fake such a mistake if she could be certain the open-stall toilets were being used. She'd be willing to serve a Saturday school or another type of punishment. As for me, I still remember it like it was yesterday. With school starting next month, I hope Jason's not in any of my classes. I'm still embarrassed!

You've got it right, Thunderous: if I've chosen to use a public dumpatorium, it's because the need is immediate and the mission must be completed. I'll generally wait for my home turf if I can, but if not...step aside, women, children, dwarves, farm animals: this train IS pulling into the station.

No poll option for "calling security"?

It would creep the heck out of me to find a man wandering around in the ladies' room ...

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And it burns, burns, burns -
The ring of fire.

Well, believe it or not, this actually happened to me last night. I was on the motorway, needed some fuel and a pee, so stopped at services. In the mens, all the urinals were blocked off for some reason - so it was stalls only. For that reason, no-one at all was actually visible to me as I walked in. I took the nearest one, peed, flushed and went to wash hands. As I turned away from the sink, a young lady calmly walked past me, from the direction of the stalls, and out of the door. I'd say she was late teens, and very definitely a 'she'. I can't offer any explanation at all. It was about 8pm on a Saturday evening, and quiet - so most unlikely that the ladies were full.

I have had this happen to me a few times. The one that sticks out in my head the most, was when I was working for a bookstore, and apparently the ladies' room was not functioning, and I was in one of the stalls pooping, a lady that I was working with walked into the stall next to me, and said to me "you too huh?, I've been needing to shit all morning, you mind if I join you?" So we wound up "talking shit" about everything while in the bathroom. After that time she and I joked about it all the time, and actually called it the "co-ed potty break". Usually, when this has happened, I would just go about my business.

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Bruce S.

My boyfriend and I are out a lot during the summer months and occasionally, I will ask him the condition of the mens room. So far this summer I've gone in four times. Once was when we were traveling on I-75 and at 2 a.m. the ladies room was closed for cleaning. I needed to pee real bad and he watched the entrance for me because it was open stall. The second time I was alone, coming home from work and I had a three-day shit to unload. I stopped at a public park where two girls were playing around and not in a hurry to vacate a stall. Two steps to my left and I was in the mens room, on the stool and unloading. That was an accident that had been waiting to happen! On the third occasion, I was in my office building and, after two cups of coffee, was ready to burst. The womens room closest to my department was locked (I don't know why but it may be that our newest physical plant hire just forgot)so I just went across the hall to the mens room, took the first stall and transacted my business. When I opened my stall door, a high school-age boy was standing there somewhat surprised, but I just said "Good Morning! and left it at that. While I was washing my hands, he had sat down and instantly started his crap with a loud explosion of farts that I could hear over the water. Most recently, on Fourth of July weekend my boyfriend and I were at an outdoor concert that seemed to attract more women than men. After waiting about 10 minutes in line, my boyfriend found there was very little traffic in the mens room on the other side of the building. I went into the only available stall undetected, and while I was washing my hands, three college-age guys who had been drinking came in and made some gender-specific reference to me but I couldn't understand it because they both slurred their words and mumbled. I have no qualms about using the mens room because it helps me avoid accidents and it helps move things along. More women should try it. I'm all for co-ed bathrooms and so is my boyfriend.

I am not for co-ed bathrooms. I don't think I'd be able to actually go in it if anyone else was in there of the opposite sex. I would have a hard enough time making sure nobody was hiding and going to assault me or I would be trying to cover up and not be able to do anything for fear someone could try to sneak a peak. If you are in there and don't have someone spotting for you or it's not a one person at a time bathroom, it can be construed as asking for it as Thunderbox so eloquently and succinctly stated the frame of mind, right or wrong that some men have in regards to this situation, whether we women like it or not. Of course we should be safe wherever we are, but I'm not comfortable taking my pants down in a public place that is suppose to be for men only. If they were to get the wrong idea about that action I'm not entirely sure it would be their fault since I would not have been forced to do so. I would rather wait in line for the ladies room and bitch that they need to add more stalls than to go into an uncomfortable situation like that. It is not fair to the men either. Maybe THEY were expecting a reasonable degree of privacy-- and I do know men that are that way that would be HIGHLY uncomfortable with co-ed bathroom situations (and these are not homosexual or phobic men).

As much as ladies linger around the mirror and do their hair and makeup and just talk during the bathroom breaks at concerts and such in the ladies' room, I've heard they do it in the mens' room too. In fact when I was with my fiance at the time, the line was long to get into the ladies' room at a concert at an arena, but I stuck it out and heard later what was happening in the mens' room when he went. Apparently when he was in there a group of ladies were in there using the stalls and joining the ones at the mirrors while they primped and took their time, lingering and trying to see the men at the urinals with their handmirrors. Some women were bold enough to stop and carry a conversation with their friend a foot or two behind a guy and casually sneak peaks between them or around them or stood beside the guy on the end. They were giggly and probably teenagers and some were older women up to their 50's who had no problem staring. It apparently was made very obvious to those men who were waiting to go. Some men did not seem to care if they were being watched, some welcomed it and made comments, some did not seem to know, and some seemed uncomfortable I am told. Some ladies were looking in on men's stalls while they held the stall door for their lady friend, while others just did their business and left but they seemed to be in the minority. This is why I don't like the whole idea. What's the next step if we do have co-ed bathrooms jammed down our throats as being acceptable? If we can relieve ourselves in front of each other, are we supposed to all be comfortable having sex in front of strangers too? How about with them too?

HAVE FUN. I'M NOT GOING TO JOIN IN. I WASN'T RAISED LIKE THAT. IF I DID THOSE THINGS THEN WHERE WOULD IT END? EVENTUALLY THERE WOULD NOT BE ENOUGH STIMULI IN THE WORLD TO KEEP ME SATISFIED. Some things should still be kept sacred. I have to have some boundaries somewhere and I draw the line. Who else is with me?

I would just go about my business as usual, but the very first thing I'd do is go back out and look at the door and make sure I'm in the right room.

Not too many shakes, Simone. Wouldn't want to come off as playing with it.

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No no, honey. Kitties don't sit on the potty.

First, I'd make sure there were urinals, or like postman said, check the door. This has happened to me several times. Fortunately, i've been in the right place, so i'll always strike up a conversation.

I can't see it matters at all. If a woman wants to come in the mens, and use a free stall to transact her business - so what!? It would not put me off doing what I wanted to do - after all, no woman who goes in the mens toilets will be surprised that there are men peeing and shitting in there - will they!?

While under the influence I've run into the wrong sex's restroom in college dorms. Sometimes just out of total drunken stupidity, other times out of desperation! All the guys that were in there at the time just carried on as usual. Only one time did some dude freak out AFTER I walked out of the men's room and was about 20 feet down the hall already.

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Rock-n-roll! Poopy-poo!

Shitwit - he must have been a sad fuck, that's all I can say. You'd have been a bit of a legend in my college - I still remember a girl who used to do this. Mind, she wasn't even pissed ....

Politely tell him this is them womans restroom and then ignore him.

I really just would go about my business. A Ladies' room is all stalls, so it doesn't matter to me if I found a man in there, unless he seemed to be oddly loitering. For awhile the cleaning guys were directed to clean bathroms at my work at 3pm- which is break. Not a good plan- but not their idea. If I couldn't wait, I would just go right in. In many other countries, bathrooms are unisex.

For the guys- if it is a men's room- one with open urinals, I would wonder why the hell she was in there. If it's not because the ladies' had a huge line and she was about to pee her pants, she might have a mental problem, lol

Tracy

Ladies in the mens room. Only two reasons really, mostly because all the stalls are full in the ladies, and there may be vacant ones in the mens; or, they have been in the stall with a man (which I rather think had happened in my post of 12.8 - alternative facilities at motorway services being almost nil).

Bobbi's posting can be misleading: "I have no qualms about using the mens room because it helps me avoid accidents and it helps move things along." It's important to note that she had her boyfriend check out the mens rooms before she went in.

I was having occasional bouts with diarrhea and sometimes very soft stools multiple times a day. My fiends and I are outdoors lots of times in the summer and while there's a line for the ladies room, on the other side of the building there are multiple stalls for the guys which I was told were not being used. Last summer, for the first time in my 20 years of crapping, I plotted my strategy: I would briskly walk in, quickly identify the first stall available, relieve myself, and then stay on the stool until I had heard most of the occupants leave. Even my two friends agreed, it was a doable plan.

So with what I figured was about two minutes to spare before a disaster in my pants I walked into what I found (to my delight) was a very archaic and dimly lit bathroom. I was surprised to find that there were no doors on any of the six stalls. #l--a boy about 9 with a baseball cap on. He was moving his legs so much back and forth I couldn't figure out where he was in the process. #2--a middle aged man with a Metallica shirt who was sitting and blowing his noise with toilet paper. #3--a college-age guy sitting on a nest of toilet paper who smiled very sheepishly as I walked by and glanced at him. #4--a man about 50 was preparing his preschool-age daughter or granddaughter to get up on the stool. I took the stall at the far end, sat down and in my haste I probably don't want to know what I sat in, and within a minute I had done my business. I wiped, flushed, pulled up my underwear and shorts, and sprinted out of there without stopping to wash my hands.

In retrospect, I empathize with the guys who must use the open stall bathrooms. Occasionally, they may be okey in an emergency and when other options are limited, but I would choose irregularity over a daily crap in a public toilet that has not door.

Go about business as usual, and if she is cute, check to see if she left her number on the wall.
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"Thunder in March betokens a fruitfull year" .Or is it "Thunder in March, frost in June"?

Androgynous April writes: "In retrospect, I empathize with the guys who must use the open stall bathrooms...I would choose irregularity over a daily crap in a public toilet without a door." Like April, I've occasionally used mens bathrooms when the lines for the ladies room have been too long, and on one occasion, at a park when my softball team was playing a double-header. On each occasion, like was the case with April, I was surprised to find the facility was open stall. However, I kept my pants up above knee level when I was on the stool and placed my cap on my lap. I completed my task, which on one occasion was a pretty significant shit, wiped, and then pulled up my pants, flushed and then washed my hands. Two guys were on the crapper when I was at the sinks but I don't even think they noticed I was female. They seemed to be just spacing off. The grossest thing I saw, however, was in the mirror when I was washing my hands, There was a boy about 11 peeing in a stall. He didn't lift the seat, had both of his hands in his pockets, and his penis was not properly aimed into the stool. Any reason, I wonder, why he tended to pee all over the seat? I just hope some young child wasn't the next to use that stall and sit right down in it. From the few experiences I've had in the mens room, men can be pretty disgusting and gross.

Twice this past summer alone I've had "surprises" with young elementary school-age boys being in public bathrooms and looking in between the stall door and petition at me while I've been seated. I find it both shocking and invasive to see their creepy eyes while I'm on the stool.

Since these are good size restrooms (mall, municipal stadium, etc.)I know their mother must be in there somewhere BUT they should be staying right outside their mother's stall and not wandering and looking in on unsuspecting users. In the most recent incident, I had my panties and shorts all the way to the floor and I was just starting my crap. After identifying where the toilet paper roll was, I looked forward and was met by a set of eyes that didn't go away for 20 or 25 seconds. After I got done and cleaned myself and went to the sink, the boy about six was walking in front of about a dozen of the long line of stalls. He was peeking into each one that was occupied.

Although I don't have children yet and my mother says this is somewhat common, it creeps me out. When I took my nephew swimming last summer and I had to pee, I had him stand outside my stall door, feet-forward, and he was told not to move. He complied pretty well for a five-year-old. I wonder if the mothers who are giving little boys free tourist rights of restrooms are raising future perverts? Should the situation creep me out this much?

Maybe it's not the natural curiosity of little boys that upsets you - it's the lack of parenting shown by their mothers?

I have always found that addressing them vocally is the best way to handle the issue. "Please stop staring at me, little boy, this is a private thing" calls attention to it and should alert their moms.
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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

Mallory brings up a good question: "Are parents who bring children of the opposite sex into public bathrooms raising future perverts?" Just this past week I was confronted with this situation at our city's stadium. Because of the beer I drank and what I had eaten, I had to shit and I preferred to do it before kickoff. I went to the closest of the restrooms which were one level below our seats. There must have been a dozen toilets on each side of the room. All were occupied and someone was waiting for several of them. One stall, unoccupied and closest to the entryway, was the doorless kind. I decided not to wait. I went in, dropped my jeans and briefs, and began what I was convinced would be a very fast shitting experience.

I had to push a little harder than I anticipated to get my first log out, but just as I repositioned myself on the seat to aid in its evacuation, two girls about four or five walked past my stall, saw me, and then started playing that game where you snicker, point, stare, look away and then started the process again. I had my right hand on my penis and was getting rid of a little urine too when they first came by and I immediately pulled up my pants to stool level. They ran around the corner to where the sinks were but slowed to take another look at me when they came back around to see what was holding up their dad who was apparently on the stool two or three stalls down from me.

I completed my task, cleaned myself, flushed and happened to meet up with them and their father by the sinks. I mentioned to him my concerns about their actions and his response was "It's obvious you don't have children! They're bored with nothing to do and I don't have any other alternatives. Got any other brilliant ideas?" Then he hustled them out of the bathroom.

I agree with Mallory. The children should be required to stand right outside the stall door with their feet clearly visible to their parent. My wife, however, disagrees. She said I should never have used a doorless public toilet and that I set myself up for the situation that developed. She said that young children have a healthy, natural curiosity. That my be but what about MY privacy?

I agree with Donny's wife: anyone stupid enough to use a doorless public toilet stall deserves what they get. It's idiotic to think anything less than outright embarrassment and invasion of privacy is going to happen. Almost 15 years ago when I was in a parochial high school, I snuck out of class while our nun was on the chair and getting supplies out of the closet. I had to poop and didn't look forward to the usual sarcasm she would unload on me. There were only five stalls; four of which were being used plus a doorless stall. I chose the latter. Two minutes into my shit Sister Katherine comes in and easily sees me on the stool. I lost bathroom privileges for a month, she called my mom and I got two hours of detention time. At that point, my mom said to me what I essentially opened this posting with. Although amusing now, my open stall decision was dumb and I deserved to get caught. Fess up, Donny, and take it like a man!

I see. So if the doorless stall is the only option you have besides soiling in your pants, then it's you fault if someone oversteps the boundaries of good taste? That makes no sense to me.

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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

When the young lady ventured into the men's room where I was concluding my dump, she screamed because I was loading my Uzi while dropping the kids off at the pool.

TTA - you have baffled me here. I can't see why you were punished at all! You needed to shit, the other stalls were in use, so you used the open one - what's the big deal?? I admit, I don't think I could do it, but that's me - I still don't think you did anything wrong!

As the sales girl at a mall jewelry kiosk, I've been in situation very similar to Donny's. It sucks! I'm the only employee and the only thing I can do when I need to pee (luckily I shit in the morning at school) is ask the employee at a magazine kiosk near mine to watch my inventory, but he's not that responsible and sometimes he spaces it off. So like I go into pee. I take one of two doorless stalls because they are the only ones not in use. The act of peeing, once I'm seated (I won't even say comfortably!) takes me 90 seconds or less and my flow starts easily. Within 15 seconds of my sitting down, three young boys, the oldest about six, come out of a stall, look at me and snicker. One asks his friend as he points at me "Do you think she's weeing or pooing?" The other pulls his friend over to get a look at me. I pull my jeans up to stool level as soon as I can, and I start getting frustrated at their antics. I tell them to get away from me, and one shoves the other practically all the way into may stall and when stumbling, he brushes up against my knee. I finally start yelling for them to leave me alone and their mother, who sounds like she's about six stalls down, calls for them. Finally! Why parents can't keep better track of their opposite sex children in public bathrooms is a mystery to me. My mom, when I was growing up, was much more alert than some mothers today. When my privacy is being invaded, I just want to scream!

I wouldn't give a shit... Well, maybe to the toilet.

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What if everyone farted at once?

I would assume they were a drag queen, and go about my business, unless it was a janitor. Then I would just leave the room until they were done cleaning.
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SamDamnit!
The Emir of Crapistan

To the Middle School Female Student, who caught Jason and his buddy sitting on the toilets, shitting. You made a mistake, but it was not your fault that there are no stall doors for the boys. Trust me, Jason and his buddy now have a story to tell their grandkids. Boys are just not bashful about shitting...

I'm a freshman in high school and I'm thankful that us girls have doors on our stalls. My brother, who's in 7th grade, is so upset about the doorless stalls in each of the bathrooms at the middle school. I use the toilet at least twice a day and constantly hear my friends bitching about how dirty the bathrooms are and how we have to wipe pee off the seat before sitting down. And sometimes when the toilet paper's out, they complain even more. Both my brother and I get home from school about 3:30 p.m. each day. We live in a small, one bathroom house, and we're rushing to use the bathroom because we've often been holding our afternoon dumps for an hour or two. Twice last week he beat me home and I had to wait 10 minutes or so for the bathroom. Yesterday, I went at school but hated it because when I got done with my crap there was no toilet paper in the holder. I had to wait and go into another stall and sit down to wipe. I got a tardy check for being late to 7th hour. Dion is underdeveloped compared to many of the other boys his age and he's self-conscious about crapping in front of them. Once, during the first week of school he was petrified when a girl came in during the busiest class break period and deliberately made some cruel remarks to her boyfriend who was taking a shit. What about the 10 or so other guys who were sitting there exposed? Also, a couple of 8th graders have pushed him aside when a stall becomes available and they take the toilet he's waited for. And some of the boys don't like the long urinal lines so they just take up valuable toilet space by using them to pee. But they don't lift the seat first. So there's pee on the seat. That upsets my brother also, but sometimes he has no alternative but just sitting down and making the best of it. Once last year he was sitting down and one of the older boys came by and made somekind of suggestion that he was gay and enjoyed using the toilet. It's so cruel for the guys to have to go through this. Although I think the girls bathrooms suck, when I hear what Dion is going through I'm convinced I'm the lucky one!

I'm a man, but I don't use urinals - I've always felt slightly uncomfortable with them. Given the choice I always go in a stall to pee, and usually lock the door. As such, it wouldn't faze me that much if there was a woman in the room (in fact, that happened at my school prom, since there was a massive queue for the ladies' and one very drunk girl just went in the men's toilets).

However, I would never, ever shit if there was a woman in the room, or anywhere within earshot. I find (in common with a lot of guys) that I can be a "Shameless Shitter" if there are only guys around, but the presence of women makes a lot of difference. My university halls aren't segregated by gender, and there are individual bathrooms on each floor, so I generally take shits surreptitiously at odd times of day, and am as quiet and discreet about it as possible, in case any girls are around anywhere. In contrast, when I go on training camp (I'm a cadet in the Officers Training Corps) and it's only guys around, I'm not at all embarrassed about taking a shit.

I'm sure (in theory) everyone shits, but I don't personally want girls to realise this fact about me.