Do you sit on the toilet seat in public restrooms?

[dansamy]

If you have intact skin, you needn't fear germs on the toilet seat touching your skin. Overzealous germaphonia actually lowers your body's immune system because you are not often exposed to common, ordinary microbes to flex your immune system's muscles. You're not doing yourself any favors. Sit, sit!

 

[TamaraQT]

OMG!!! The questions in these threads. Theres one out here about flushing with your hand or your foot. And now to sit or not to sit. This is indeed entertainment!!!

 

[disney_mommy]

Disney Mommy, I'm neither for nor against the bidet, but take a look at the link below. Somewhat humorous, but also makes you think. I mean, if water can cut the Grand Canyon, it can surely help out on our bums

germtools.com/index.php/brondell-swash-configurable.html

Oh my word! That is one fancy toilet. Personalized settings? Adjustable nozzles? LED display? Wireless remote control? Geez louise!

I got to know, has there ever been a recorded medical case with someone getting sick when they sat on a public toilet. If you are that freaked out about the perfection that is your gluteous maximus then put down a toilet cover. A doorknob of the restroom is dirtier then the John, heck a sponge is dirtier then the toilet.

I don't think there's a big risk of catching something from sitting on a toilet, provided you don't have any open sores or cuts on your heiney.

If you have intact skin, you needn't fear germs on the toilet seat touching your skin. Overzealous germaphonia actually lowers your body's immune system because you are not often exposed to common, ordinary microbes to flex your immune system's muscles. You're not doing yourself any favors. Sit, sit!

Again I repeat, I am not afraid of getting germs from sitting. I get germs every day in every way. The thought of touching someone else's pee or poo with my heiney is enough to keep me hovering, thank you very much.

 

[disney_mommy]

OMG!!! The questions in these threads. Theres one out here about flushing with your hand or your foot. And now to sit or not to sit. This is indeed entertainment!!!

I hope the tag fairy doesn't come around this thread, or we'd all be in trouble!

 

[JoannaDenis]

The solution: Everyone has their own, portable toilet seat that they bring with them to the bathroom.

 

[FayeW]

I generally sit, unless I happen to follow a squatter.

Please, all you hoverers and squatters, check for leftovers before you leave the stall. There are some things we sitters don't want to sit in! I am sure gray haired old grannies are not the only culprits...

 

[disney_mommy]

I generally sit, unless I happen to follow a squatter.

Please, all you hoverers and squatters, check for leftovers before you leave the stall. There are some things we sitters don't want to sit in! I am sure gray haired old grannies are not the only culprits...

I believe most hoverers in this thread have explained that we do clean up after ourselves (one of us even uses a tongue!). If you sitters sit on something, it's not from us.

 

[daisax]

I believe most hoverers in this thread have explained that we do clean up after ourselves (one of us even uses a tongue!). If you sitters sit on something, it's not from us.

If you wipe it up, you're just smearing it around, unless you carry a whole disinfecting system with you, in which case I assume you'd just clean it and sit yourself.

 

[Momvic5]

Oh my word! That is one fancy toilet. Personalized settings? Adjustable nozzles? LED display? Wireless remote control? Geez louise!



I don't think there's a big risk of catching something from sitting on a toilet, provided you don't have any open sores or cuts on your heiney.



Again I repeat, I am not afraid of getting germs from sitting. I get germs every day in every way. The thought of touching someone else's pee or poo with my heiney is enough to keep me hovering, thank you very much.

I agree! I am not a germ freak...and I hover 99% of the time...that is just the way it is. I hate the way public restrooms look and smell, and I just can't find it in myself to sit on the seat (many times I don't want to even breathe in public restrooms). Automatic flushers have just reinforced my need to hover...I love them for flushing yet I hate the way they spray water all over the seat - talk about a watery mess that is smeared on the seat. Hovering is the way for me...my reasoning...I can always wash my hands, but my heiney...not so much!

 

[disney_mommy]

If you wipe it up, you're just smearing it around, unless you carry a whole disinfecting system with you, in which case I assume you'd just clean it and sit yourself.

If I wipe it up, I am wiping it up. That means it is going away. There will be no more evidence of me on that seat. And since urine is sterile for the most part, there's no sense in disinfecting the seat.

 

[torinsmom]

If I wipe it up, I am wiping it up. That means it is going away. There will be no more evidence of me on that seat. And since urine is sterile for the most part, there's no sense in disinfecting the seat.

So, if there is not evidence of any bodily fluids on the seat when you get there and you say after you wipe your fluids up, the seat is sterile, why won't you sit on it? Is other people's urine NOT as sterile as yours? I mean, they wiped it up, right?

Sorry, I'm just trying to understand this whole thing a little more. Just picturing a woman hovering over the seat to pee and then karate chopping the flusher with their foot is just comical to me. Maybe that is why I have to wait so long in the women's room. I always wonder what women are doing in that stall for 3-4 minutes, when I can be done and washing my hands in 1.

 

[disney_mommy]

So, if there is not evidence of any bodily fluids on the seat when you get there and you say after you wipe your fluids up, the seat is sterile, why won't you sit on it? Is other people's urine NOT as sterile as yours? I mean, they wiped it up, right?

Sorry, I'm just trying to understand this whole thing a little more. Just picturing a woman hovering over the seat to pee and then karate chopping the flusher with their foot is just comical to me. Maybe that is why I have to wait so long in the women's room. I always wonder what women are doing in that stall for 3-4 minutes, when I can be done and washing my hands in 1.

I won't sit on it because there are other women out there who aren't as nice as me. Just read all the previous posts from women who sat on someone else's pee. Rest assured if that happens to you, it won't be my fault.

I'm not sure if you sitters understand how good we hoverers are. We have years of practice and it doesn't take me any longer to use the bathroom as it does anyone else. If I stop and inspect the toilet to see if the woman before me left any messes behind, then yes, it would take longer. But I would rather just assume they did and get on with my business.

Also, it seems to me that the sitters are assuming that hoverers are messy and constantly peeing all over the seat. I can't speak for anyone else on this, but I very rarely ever "miss."

 

[Momvic5]

Sorry, I'm just trying to understand this whole thing a little more. Just picturing a woman hovering over the seat to pee and then karate chopping the flusher with their foot is just comical to me. Maybe that is why I have to wait so long in the women's room. I always wonder what women are doing in that stall for 3-4 minutes, when I can be done and washing my hands in 1.

Don't put too much thought into it...a mental picture is not pretty!

And for the record...I can hover, karate kick the flusher, and be washing my hands in 1 minute too! It is fine art that can even be done in heels!

 

[BelleWDW]

When you have to visit a public
> bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile
> politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you
> check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is
> occupied.
>
>
> Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down
> the woman leaving the stall.
> You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't
> matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your
> pants! The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers'
> (invented by someone's Mom , no doubt) is handy, but
> empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there
> was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly
> drape it around your neck, ( Mom would turn over in her
> grave if you put it on the FLOOR! ), yank down
> your pants, and assume ' The Stance.'
>
>
> In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin
> to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly
> hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper
> on it, so you hold 'The Stance.'
>
>
> To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for
> what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In
> your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying,
> 'Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would
> have KNOWN
> there was no toilet paper!'
> Your thighs shake more.
>
>
> You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on
> yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh
> yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold
> up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That
> would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way
> possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail
>
>
> Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't
> work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your
> neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple
> backward against the tank of the toilet. 'Occupied!'
> you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your
> precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor,
> lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto
> the TOILET SEAT ..
> It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that
> it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with
> every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat
> because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there
> was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that
> your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because,
> you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public
> toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't
> KNOW what kind
> of diseases you could get.'
>
>
> By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the
> toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream
> of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl
> that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and
> runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow
> sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the
> empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in
> too.
>
>
> At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the
> spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted.
> You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket
> and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
>
>
> You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with
> the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and
> a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still
> waiting.
>
> You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind
> soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of
> toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when
> you NEEDED
> it??) You yank the paper from
> your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her
> warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.'
>
>
> As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since
> entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he
> asks, 'What took you so long, and why is your purse
> hanging around your neck?'
>
> This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a
> public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!).
> It finally explains to the men what really does take us so
> long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions
> about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the
> other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand
> you Kleenex under the door!

 

[karensi]

When you have to visit a public
> bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile
> politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you
> check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is
> occupied.
>
>
> Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down
> the woman leaving the stall.
> You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't
> matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your
> pants! The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers'
> (invented by someone's Mom , no doubt) is handy, but
> empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there
> was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly
> drape it around your neck, ( Mom would turn over in her
> grave if you put it on the FLOOR! ), yank down
> your pants, and assume ' The Stance.'
>
>
> In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin
> to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly
> hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper
> on it, so you hold 'The Stance.'
>
>
> To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for
> what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In
> your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying,
> 'Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would
> have KNOWN
> there was no toilet paper!'
> Your thighs shake more.
>
>
> You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on
> yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh
> yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold
> up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That
> would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way
> possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail
>
>
> Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't
> work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your
> neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple
> backward against the tank of the toilet. 'Occupied!'
> you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your
> precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor,
> lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto
> the TOILET SEAT ..
> It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that
> it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with
> every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat
> because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there
> was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that
> your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because,
> you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public
> toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't
> KNOW what kind
> of diseases you could get.'
>
>
> By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the
> toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream
> of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl
> that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and
> runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow
> sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the
> empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in
> too.
>
>
> At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the
> spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted.
> You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket
> and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
>
>
> You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with
> the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and
> a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still
> waiting.
>
> You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind
> soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of
> toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when
> you NEEDED
> it??) You yank the paper from
> your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her
> warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.'
>
>
> As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since
> entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he
> asks, 'What took you so long, and why is your purse
> hanging around your neck?'
>
> This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a
> public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!).
> It finally explains to the men what really does take us so
> long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions
> about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the
> other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand
> you Kleenex under the door!

Sad but true


Karen

 

[smidgy]

If I already posted on this thread.. sorry. but I know I posted on a similar one.
If you choose to "hover", please cover the seat with paper. If you use paper on the seat, whether hovering or not, PLEASE remove the paper afterwards!!!