ParmCharm

Hey ladies, there is no need to hover and squat in order to piddle in the public toilets. None of you have perfected the posture, and always leave a piddle puddle on the seat for the rest of us. What are you so afraid of? Haven’t you read all these studies done lately? Scientists have actually swabbed the seats, sent them to labs, and found them to be of the cleanest quality. Cleaner than public transit handrails, for god sakes. So why are you peeing and leaving a mess for me? I understand you feel too delicate to come in contact with anonymous ass matter, and that your thong won’t provide adequate ass coverage to keep the imaginary butt bacteria from then coming in contact with your clothing. Double eww, I suppose. But again, they are clean. There is no “eww” about it, except when I have to pee, enter a stall and find a piddle pool on TOP of the toilet seat. “Eww” is when I yank a handy roll of wafer-thin T.P. and wipe up after you. So work with me over here, get over yourselves, your image of a delicate woman who wouldn’t be so crass as to actually rest her bottom on the spot where a bevy of other bottoms have sat, in order to relieve herself. It’s gravity, it’s the innaccuracy of the pee stream found in women, and probably the high-heels crippling your attempt, made more unmanageable by the pantyhose and knickers around your knees while attempting this indelicate act. Give it up, join the masses, the seats are clean. Right up until you piss on it.