From work...

OK, I admit it. This is not some random scribbling on a wall in a bathroom somewhere. This comes from the stalls in the main bathrooms at the place of employment, and somedays when I'm sitting there reflecting on life, and taking my morning and or afternoon sabbatical (sometimes both in the same day of course) I look up, and see this sign in front of me. Now, the paper towels part of things, I can understand this. People might just throw some paper towels in there and hit the handle and let 'er rip, but gloves and rags? I got the story about this from people that have worked there longer than me. It appears that in the past, some folks had this bad habit of taking off their work gloves, and or their work rags, and dropping them into the can, and flushing them away into oblivion, which they flushed fine, but what these folks didn't know was that downstream in the sewer main, the pipes got clogged. When the pipes got clogged, the mains backed up, and when the mains backed up, the town of Timberlake had to do a little excavation to clear out the clog. Which cost the old company, plenty of dollars in the end, because what did they find in the sewer main that did the clogging? Rags and gloves, from the assembly facility. Ah, good times right there, very good times. This makes me wonder; what kind of asshole would place pairs of gloves, and or many rags into the toilets, and flush them away? I mean, you're intelligence level has to be about ground level for you to do something like this. And to even think that as grown adults, you need to have a sign in your workplace bathroom telling you NOT to flush these things is truly amazing to me really. Truly, and utterly amazing. When you spend as much time in bathrooms as I do, you have plenty of time to ponder such amazing things that can happen within said bathrooms.

Brilliance....

It is a Sunday afternoon, the Tour de France is over and done with, and now, I have nothing better to do but to head off to the convenience store on a semi sunny Sunday afternoon with a hangover. Yes, a hangover. Too many beers last night made me feel, well, not so good honestly. Ah well, I guess that is the price that I pay for a couple of days of no hangovers during my brother's wedding last weekend. Of course, since I'm at the most gross convenience store you could possibly imagine in Durham, I had a sudden "wave" come over the gut, which means, jump into the bathroom for a little sabbatical I like to call it, where I come in contact with the above scrawling on the stall wall.

Honestly, since I was caught unawares going into this bathroom, the scribbling on the wall says it all. I don't have anything better to read, so here I am sitting here reading Mr. Vandal's writings on the bathroom stall wall in Durham, NC. Now, I've been in a lot of bathrooms in my life, and lots of porta-johns as well, but not once in those many times did I ever write anything in said bathrooms or porta-johns, or wherever I might happen to go and do my business. What makes someone want to write something so random on a bathroom wall? Where do these folks come up with pens and or markers to do this? Are they going into the can prepared to do battle with words and writing instruments? I'd have to say also, in the many bathrooms that I've been in, and seen, I've yet to see anyone writing anything on the walls. When does this happen? My hat goes off to these folks though, mostly because hey, they give me some form of entertainment when I don't have any. Like most men, I like to head off to the bathroom to do my business with a magazine or a book under the arm so that I have something to look at while I'm doing the work. Somedays, like in this case, I'm caught without good reading material, so I have many fine writings and scrawls to keep me company. I figured that this might be a good one to lead off with, it pretty much says everything for all bathroom graffiti artists out there. Keep writing things on walls, and I'll post them here.

A new start...

As I was peeing in a bathroom in the RDU international airport today, I noticed a piece of bathroom graffiti on the toilet paper dispenser in the handicapped stall (the urinals were all taken, so no lectures about being pee shy or anything like that). I read it, found it interesting that this piece of graffiti was scribbled onto a toilet paper dispenser, and as I was driving home decided that I would make my own space out here on the internet to post pictures of bathroom graffiti (the good, the bad, and yes, the ugly) that I happen to run into that I find interesting. Who knows? There could be a huge number of posts, there might not be any. I will have a cohort on this blog, my fiance in crime will be contributing pictures and her take on them as well (we need the graffiti from the women's bathrooms across the world as well, not just the guys). Hey, maybe you'll find this stuff funny, and possibly it might spur some discussion about issues that we do find on the walls of the bathrooms we visit, let's just start posting some pictures, and we'll see where it heads from there. OK? OK indeed.