We all know public restrooms are filthy places. Research shows that particles of whatever is in a toilet when it flushes become airborne. What goes up, must come down so the particles of nastiness settle primarily on the floor. We use bleach to clean the toilets and counters, but not the floor. We use leftover dining room mop water which looks and smells a lot like ass for that. You could not pay me enough money to touch our restroom floors.
They lock the stall doors and crawl under. While this is mildly irritating for me, it always makes me chuckle because it means your little unsupervised darlings put their hands and knees on the bacteria infested floor. And what are kids famous for? Spreading germs. Why? Because they don’t wash their hands. So after crawling around on our restroom floor, your children come out and hold your hand, share your fries, and touch your straw. What’s worse, who do you think I get to unlock the stall; a non-English speaking dishwasher or a 22 year old cook?
Lately though, some male children have gone above and beyond the call of germ spreading. Twice in the last two weeks the urinal block has ended up in the toilet. Again, mildly irritating for our night manager when the toilet backs up, but oh so disgusting for you. This means your unsupervised male child reached into the urinal, picked up the little pink cake-looking thing from where it sits in a puddle of pee and pubic hair, and after deciding he couldn’t eat it, he threw it in the toilet. Then he ran out to hold your hand, share your fries, and touch your straw.
Oh, and if you think your little darlings are washing their hands before they come out of the restroom, I have news for you. The soap dispenser in both restrooms hangs high above the sink, about shoulder height for me. The best you can hope for is they used cold water on their hands before they touched your straw, but since I rarely see a kid related messy sink, I wouldn’t bet on it.
(Originally posted on 6/8/09)