The Public Crapper Syndrome

This is a what I like to call capper"itus" or CORPOROPHOBIA fear of toilets, namely public johns. You know what I mean, your at the Bee's home game, start of the seventh inning stretch and you feel the urge to purge. Only you think twice, the thought of an unholy porcelain pony just makes the poo you thought you had to poo crawl right back up and say huh-uh! Then there are the truck stops, long road trip to grandma's house or to where ever the road takes you. So you stop at what appears to be a clean looking Chevron, get inside and it's this man-chick hanging out in the men's room! So you bolt out the door unsatisfied but not molestered. I think twice about the pot I choose to rest upon. At Sunday dinner, Dan made mention of the toilet service at the Government building he works at, gave some gory detail about mookie-stinks all over the floor and pouring into the next two stalls. Just shows how put out people really are about the economy huh? That brings up another thought, the places people choose to go and eat out at, is it really about the service and food or is about how clean the crapper is? I say it is almost completely dependant upon the the cleanliness of the toilet. Pizza Hut in Tooele, for instance (this comment has no bearing on Jessie}the crappers are horrible, some sort of spin off from the Dugway Proving Grounds. Anyway this comment is over. Kids are screaming and somebody has to play referee.