I went to a Family Mart today in search of Dragon Quest slime themed beverages. Since I like to make the most out of my time, I decided to use the bathroom at the store instead of damaging my bladder by waiting until I got home.
There was urine on the seat.
Now, that’s fine. I’m not going to sit down to urinate in public, so I’m perfectly fine with just doing my business and getting on. It’s just pee, and I’m about to see some of my own. I will note, although, that it always seems that someone else’s urine is an unfortunate shade of yellow. Unfamiliar and terrifying.
My issue is when I leave the bathroom and someone is waiting to use it. Now they will assume I am the culprit soiling toilet seats and leaving them that way with reckless abandon. It makes me sad to think someone might only remember me as “That guy who peed all over the toilet.”
But it gets worse.
I’m not going to clean it up. He’s not going to clean it up. And the guy after him is only going to assume the previous man left the urine there. This creates an unnecessary chain of urine related worries that I’m just not sure if our health care infrastructure is prepared to deal with. There is, of course, one simple solution.
Your bladder, you’re wiping.
You, seat urinators, are causing a vast quantity of unneeded distress in the world. Stress that is ruining lives and reputations. Not to mention making minimum wage earning folks wipe up your pee. Sure, they have gloves and chemicals, but that doesn’t make it any better. Clean up your pee. Make the world a better place. This should be what Smokey the Bear teaches children. No one is really starting forest fires these days, anyway.
Oh, and I didn’t find the drinks, which is why I’m writing about real urine rather than drinks that possibly taste like it.
