The women's bathroom, to me, is a modern day enigma. My confusion started with this mysterious place when I was a young man. My first job for the 'man' was at Payless Drug Store (aka Pay 'N' Save, then Thrifty Payless Drug Store, finally Rite Aid) One of my nightly duties was to clean the restrooms for both genders.
After my first time, I learned to start with the most difficult one to clean as it would take the most time: Women's.
I am a rather tolerant and patient person even a teenager. I understand that women have more outgoing bodily fluids than men so I usually forgave some of the messes left in there as my nightly 'treat'. They give us life, they rear the children they produce, and more. I get it.
What I didn't understand or 'get' was ... If they are the fairer sex, and seem put together, and generally smell nice, why the hell is it such a nasty ass place then? Even most women would share with me one of the nastiness places on the planet is the women's public restroom.
What the what?
In order to explain this phenomenon I would observe the foot traffic in and out of the bathroom. They would travel in pairs, if not packs, of women. Whereas men would enter singularly. HM. Why? Was it to discuss privately? Was it to help each other make a mess? Was it to create alibis for one another? I wasn't too sure.
So I simply asked the source. "Do you think the women's bathroom, so to speak, is gross and/or nasty?"
The answer I received? Yes, most definitely.
I took offense to the answer! I take pride in my work, I work hard at my job. I thanked them, and immediately went into the women's bathroom when it wasn't occupied. Messy. Totally messy. Angry, I stormed out. I'll clean it tonight.
As I grew older, this question still plagued me. What the eff is the women's bathroom so nasty yet no woman that I've met will admit to making and leaving such a mess. I've been around the world twice now, which still has the same answer.
The only reasonable explanation that I concluded with the fable I remember as a child as still use to this day.
FOUR CHICKENS
Once upon a time there were four chickens named: Somebody, Anybody, Everybody and Nobody.
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job.
Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.
This has been my C Note.
'los; out
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