There are guys sit there in the middle of Lincoln Financial Field, during a game, and not care one bit…there they would be, in all their glory, cheering on the team, happy to have such a great seat, right on the field and did not have to miss any part of the action!
I am not one of these guys!
I am much more private in regard to these personal matters, and have never been a fan of using public facilities to participate in more focused activities. I think they are nasty, and I don’t enjoy over-sharing with others, like strangers and co-workers. This includes my family and my Significant Other – some things need to remain mysterious, even in a long-term relationship!
If it’s a routine trip, where I can remain standing, I am okay with using a public restroom. However, if it requires me to take a seat, I am less than enthusiastic. If possible, I usually wait until I get home, or at least at a more suitable location.
This has tended to be problematic, especially when on a long road-trip, like when driving out to South Dakota or down to Florida. I got exposed to many gas station restrooms during these trips, and one that was still segregated in 1971…where I drank out of the ‘wrong’ water fountain because I was a kid and it was lower to the ground.
The water tasted just fine.
This quirk of mine was also a problem at Summer Camp, where the facilities were cleaned by High School and College students making some summer cash, and more interested in hanging out with their friends once work was done! With dirty cement floors, half-cleaned utilities, and open to insects, the worst part was having the other kids know exactly what was going on in the stalls! This is why I did my best to find some alone time!
At camp our time was structured, and to have the bathroom all to myself, I’d have to sneak off during free-time, when everyone else was playing softball or exploring the woods. I would hope that no one else had the same idea, and that it was relatively clean…although there were weeks when these opportunities only presented themselves once or twice, and I only found relief when I made it home!
When I went camping with my family, if there was one available, I could sneak over to the bath-house later in the evening, or early in the morning, and would usually have the place to myself, though it was still gross, at least I was alone.
However, when we went camping in the Maine woods, I was presented with another challenge: having to use an outhouse!
I have often thought that I would not have lived long if I had been born 100 years earlier, because outhouses are really disgusting: the smell, the dirt, the bugs…and did I mention the smell?
During that week in Maine there was no other choice! I was reluctant to use the outhouse to begin with, and then my brother Pete warned me to be careful because that the pit might have raccoons living in it. When he saw that this scared me (I was 7) he added that it was probably okay, because the snakes might have eaten them all!
I became very close to nature that week, and am still surprised that I didn’t wind up with a case of poison ivy!
However, there was one outhouse that I was okay with…because I helped to build it!
Some friends had a place in Massachusetts, it was basically half of an old house. The previous owner was going to add an addition, but for some reason the project was abandoned. This left the house without adequate bathroom facilities (if it ever had them) so on our first visit, I got to help dig the hole and build the privy out of logs! I did not mind using that one…at least when it was new!
While I am not sure where my aversion to public toilets came from, a contributing factor could be trauma suffered as a young child.
When I was very little (preschool age) my friends and I would tag along with our mothers on their shopping trips. We’d often get lunch out of the deal, and get to play on the coin operated rides outside of the Acme, as well as just generally get into trouble.
After drinking lots of soda, the inevitable would occur, and we’d have to visit the facilities. Stores like Korevettes or Two Guys had pay toilets, so our mothers would give us each a dime; however, since we wanted to keep the money for candy, we would usually slide underneath the stall doors!
We thought we were so clever, and we got away with it, we were little kids, so no one really cared. This plane worked out just fine…until it did not!
The one time that this plan did not work out so well led to some ‘unfortunate’ consequences and it was the last time I ever tried defraud the pay-toilet industry.
I am sure that this incident had a negative impact on my opinion of public restrooms, but this is not the only reason, there were other unpleasant events that I have encountered during my time here on earth.
In fact, there are some bathrooms I would not even use in a dire emergency.
The facilities at the Staten Island Ferry terminals and the Port Authority are atrocious. People actually live in some of the stalls! And then there were the bar bathrooms that were equally horrific! Most of these were unisex and only had room for one person and the cockroaches, but this did not stop me from using the back of the tank to do lines of cocaine!
One of the worst bar bathrooms I ever encounter was at Studio 54. I went there for a work event, the club was a shadow of what it used to be, and on its last legs! The signs denoting gender were largely ignored, which was understandable because the bathrooms no longer had any doors, and neither did the stalls! Everything was sticky, and there were all sorts of inappropriate activities going on in there!
Unfortunately, there are very few public facilities in New York City, this along with being under the influence of drugs and alcohol led to some choices that were not very well thought out.
The fact that this is no longer an issue is another gift of Sobriety, it is amazing how that solved so many of life’s nuisances.
However, there are some nicer public restrooms in the city, like the big one in Times Square (my has THAT area changed) and two spots with very nice facilities are in 30 Rockefeller Center and the Empire State Building (although these can be hard to find), and the higher-priced mid-town hotels have even nicer facilities…these are actually tolerable!
And before you ask: I have never used the facilities in Trump Tower, although I was once briefly in the lobby, and thought I saw a bad comb-over through the crowd, but I may have been mistaken.
Train stations, museums, shopping malls, and retail stores usually have tolerable facilities; however, I am sure that many of these now have cameras in them, for security reasons. This assumption is based on anecdotal evidence provided by certain associates who have availed themselves of the restrooms at Walmart, only to have been confronted by store security upon exiting, and then invited to chat with representatives of local law enforcement.
The acceptability of work bathrooms can be a toss-up.
Most are fairly well maintained, but I have been in some where the sinks turned into fountains, and the floor was always wet with trash on the floors. There were stalls were coated with filth and graffiti, and many that were clean in the morning, but a disaster by noon.
Once, when I worked in an old office building in Lower Manhattan, one of the ‘units’ in the Men’s Room had a plumbing issue that lasted for months, unfortunately, its integrity had been ‘compromised’ prior to being closed off. The stall was sealed with tape and plastic, but the oblivious (or curious) found their way inside, and the conditions found inside were very troubling. The bathroom also smelled terrible and there were flies but it seemed that the roaches and rats were too grossed out and stayed away.
Fortunately, I had networked my way into the ‘executive’ facilities on the next floor up. These were not all that much nicer, but they were cleaner and did not stink as much. Our Men’s room remained unusable for several months, until a VP walked into it, and walked right out, that a cleaning crew and a plumber were called in.
Speaking of which, it is important that we recognize those brave people who are tasked with keeping these bathrooms clean.
To this day, although I am a Middle-Aged man, with many years Sober, who has been married, divorced, raised a child, held many jobs and earned two degrees, I am still reluctant to take full advantage of public facilities…and while it can be problematic at times (and silly), I can live with it. I still find them gross, and still feel that somethings just don’t need to be shared with the world (which makes it writing this essay a bit of a contradiction).
However, this is one thing that all people have in common, no matter who we are, what our political or spiritual beliefs are, or where we are from, we all need clean water to drink, food to eat, and, at some point, we all will need use the bathroom, and often these are public facilities!
These are the great common denominators in our humanity: what Maslow referred to as the Hierarchy of Needs:
As humans we also share one more thing: that we all have our quirks, yet we are still loved, which meets the important need of companionship…for most of all, we need each other!
The fact that we can find love and acceptance in spite of ourselves says something about the people in our lives. For they put up with our quirks, and more annoying tendencies, but they still care for us!
And this is what really matters: for while I know that using a public restroom will most likely not be the end of me, losing these people that I care for, and who care for me very well could be.