During a conversation in the office last week, it was revealed that several of my colleagues not only never let their bottoms touch a loo seat in the office, but that they never sit down on a loo seat ANYWHERE OUTSIDE THEIR OWN HOME. Like, not even in their friends' houses. They hover, or cover the seat in loo paper. Now, I consider myself to be a person of ordinary hygiene, and I would not, obviously, sit on a toilet seat that was dirty or, in the case of public loos, a bit grubby or dodgy-looking, but as the only part of most people's anatomy that comes into contact with a toilet seat are the tops of their legs and the side of their bum, it has never crossed my mind that there's something gross about sitting in the same place as long as the place itself is clean. To be honest, if it's a question of revoltingness, surely touching the doorhandle of a public lavatory cubicle (or anywhere else, if you really start becoming germphobic) is much more disgusting, as people are likely to have touched it before washing their hands. Am I remarkably unsanitary for sitting down on the loo in my friends' houses, or are my colleagues, well, kind of mad?
And yes, when I said I wished I could post more often, I didn't think I would be posting about people's bathroom habits. But there you go.
In other news, spring has hit the park, which is a blaze of crocuses and daffodils. It's manky and rainy now, but yesterday afternoon was gorgeously sunny, and I walked around it listening to Vampire Weekend and feeling very summery and happy. More afternoons like that, please, and fewer afternoons worrying about stupid work crap.
And yes, when I said I wished I could post more often, I didn't think I would be posting about people's bathroom habits. But there you go.
In other news, spring has hit the park, which is a blaze of crocuses and daffodils. It's manky and rainy now, but yesterday afternoon was gorgeously sunny, and I walked around it listening to Vampire Weekend and feeling very summery and happy. More afternoons like that, please, and fewer afternoons worrying about stupid work crap.

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But I think this is a fairly widespread piece of weirdness; I know a few people who share it.
(Now, how would your colleagues react to one of mine, who doesn't always lock the cubicle door...?)
my favourite is the one where people won't go to the bathroom anywhere other than at home - i'm never sure whether this is literal or euphemistic going-to-the-bathroom, but either way, terrible idea, and whose body is that schedulable?
(i am quietly wondering if your colleagues worry whether their hovering causes splattering, because i've been surprised how the posher semi-public toilets (restaurants, etc) i've been in have also shown signs of the worst toilet etiquette i've seen, bar one memorable roadside stop in michigan. but, errrgh, i'd rather not wonder.)
spring is a winner. the lethal wind could do with disappearing, but i'm so excited seeing it brighter later every day,
I think that if it were physically possible, my colleagues would only go to the loo in their own homes. They have also expressed total horror at the idea of someone having a poo in a public (or even work) toilet, in the same tone I would describe someone having a crap in the street.
I pretty much don't hover, ever (I'll wipe the seat if it's less than salubrious), and OH HOW I HATE hoverers whose precious bottoms are too good to touch the toilet seat and then spray it with wee for the rest of us.
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My crazy French housemate had a whole collection of loo seat sanitisers and so on, which we have been left with as a reminder of her special ways. She once said to me that she had wanted to insist that everyone wiped down the seat every time they used the loo, but realised that was just too much. So, um, she did it herself instead.
And the only times I've hovered have been in extraordinarily horrible toilets here in VN. At this point, they have to be really really really horrible for me to hover as well.
I wonder how your co-workers would fare when they encounter no other option but a Chinese toilet? :: shudder ::
Edited at 2008-03-03 01:23 am (UTC)
1) the toilet
2) the toilet door (male OR female, they were much the same)
3) the stair handle
4) the cutlery in the staff room
but....
the button on the pedestrian crossing. Eeeew, there was some scary looking things that grew on that agar plate.
Arthritis would never let me hover even if I wanted to... (oh there's something for my gravestone!)
Mamanpoulet...