Pull My Finger
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I fucking hate squat toilets. There is an art to these things that I have just not mastered. Sure, the squatting part is easy, but the not pissing and shitting all over your pants is where it gets tricky. So far, I seem to be able to manage only if I'm wearing shorts or if I just remove my pants completely. And even then, what do I do with my pants? Do I drape 'em over my shoulder, like some rejected Ralph Lauren model who couldn't figure out the difference between his pastel sweater and his slacks? Do I hold 'em up in the air until my arm gets tired and let them just fall to the always-dirty floor? Why am I even taking off my pants in a public bathroom anyway?
Assuming I've gotten past this part, there's the awkward squat position one must assume. I've been blessed with ankles that allow me to be flat footed on these things but woe be to him (or her) who has to chill on the balls of their feet. One toilet I visited had a pull-up bar across the stall, which, while handy to hold on to, also sat there happily as I walked into it not once but twice.
Now let's hope (against hope) that you've made it through this ridiculous procedure, you're treated to: a bucket full of water. None of these places have toilet paper, so unless you brought your own, you're shit out of luck (ha ha). Me? I have to cowboy up and, y'know, do what I have to do. Fucking disgusting. Assuming you use water to douse your ass, how do you then dry off? Do you walk around with a wet spot there all day? Then you have to flush these goddamn things by pouring water from the bucket into the toilet, and it never flushes completely. One time, after having to be very hands-on with my personal cleaning, I step outside and there was no soap and none of the faucets worked. Some of them had cobwebs on them from lack of use. Great!
Fuck you, squat toilets. American Standard, my ass. Call me back when you've got a heated, plush seat with shag carpeting and soothing music.
Assuming I've gotten past this part, there's the awkward squat position one must assume. I've been blessed with ankles that allow me to be flat footed on these things but woe be to him (or her) who has to chill on the balls of their feet. One toilet I visited had a pull-up bar across the stall, which, while handy to hold on to, also sat there happily as I walked into it not once but twice.
Now let's hope (against hope) that you've made it through this ridiculous procedure, you're treated to: a bucket full of water. None of these places have toilet paper, so unless you brought your own, you're shit out of luck (ha ha). Me? I have to cowboy up and, y'know, do what I have to do. Fucking disgusting. Assuming you use water to douse your ass, how do you then dry off? Do you walk around with a wet spot there all day? Then you have to flush these goddamn things by pouring water from the bucket into the toilet, and it never flushes completely. One time, after having to be very hands-on with my personal cleaning, I step outside and there was no soap and none of the faucets worked. Some of them had cobwebs on them from lack of use. Great!
Fuck you, squat toilets. American Standard, my ass. Call me back when you've got a heated, plush seat with shag carpeting and soothing music.