I have bathroom issues.
Ok, don't run screaming from the room. I do promise not to get TOO much into the realm of TMI. It's not really a scatalogical issue (wow, I do use big words), but more an actual facilities problem.
I love my own bathroom. My own toilet (yes, the one pictured here, not the one I posted once before). I don't even like to use the other bathrooms in my own house. If my husband is in ours, I prefer to wait rather than use the kids' bathroom or the (excuse the expression) powder room, which is just a nice way of saying the downstairs half-bath. My family makes fun of me for this, but oh well.
So you can imagine how I feel about public restrooms. Can I just say one word?
I have specific places where I will go, and most places that I won't.
Here are places that get my "business":
Costco: I have no idea why, and it doesn't even matter if it's in a "good" part of town or a "bad" (whatever the hell that means). I just find Costco bathrooms to be generally clean and not squig-worthy.
Starbucks: Pfffft. This also defies explanation. But the Roo-girl and Z-man laughed hysterically when I pointed out every Starbucks I had peed in during three trips along the gazillion-mile pedestrian mall in faraway collegeland. (However, I must point out that there were more than four separate S'bucks along the mall, which I think defies explanation more than my willingness to pee there.)
My local grocery store: Iffy, but in an emergency ... (and there's only one grocery store I'll use out of three close ones).
My office: Yeah, well, we can all breathe a sigh of relief that I don't feel the need to hold it all day.
Places I won't go:
Gas station bathrooms: One word only -- ewwwwwwwwww.
Porta-potties: See above.
Other people's homes: Doesn't make me totally squeamish, but sometimes gives me the ickies. Especially if they have boys. (Oh, please, you know what I mean. And I have three sons of my own -- and a husband -- so don't get all in my face here!)
Just about anywhere else: My family knows that if I say I have to "go," and I'm not in one of my comfort zones, then I really have to GO. Because otherwise my response would be "Don't go there, girlfriend!"
I think the basic problem in all of it is other people's bodily fluids (etc.).
So imagine my ultimate thrill when I went into my personal sanctuary this morning and discovered that my husband, though perfect in many many ways, had decided not to flush sometime overnight.
Although I have not discussed (or disgust) this with him, my guess is that he had two reasons for this lapse of etiquette:
1. He didn't want to wake me at 5 a.m. with the sound of rushing water.
2. He was being a good soldier and saving water by not flushing.
And the reaction of his loving wife to these noble reasons?
1. Uh... He woke me up anyway to kiss me goodbye. (This is a good thing, people! Believe me, I know this!)
2. I FLUSHED THE TOILET BEFORE I WOULD USE IT.
Because ... ew.