Incoherent Ramblings of a Crazy Bitch

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Where’s The Hand Sanitizer? — January 21, 2015

Where’s The Hand Sanitizer?

I was washing my hands in the bathroom at a local community college one day. Standing at the sink next to me was this other student. She’s was tall, pretty, young, looked like an average college student. She was washing her hands too. Well she proceeds to blow her nose into her left hand!!! Not into a tissue, not a paper towel but into her left hand. Then she rinses her hand off, lifts up her head and looks up her nose. She must have seen something because she blew her nose into her hand again. Then she looks over at me. I just finished washing my hands and got the hell out of there.

 I’m telling you women in public bathrooms are gross. There was another time at college that I went in, sat down (I always line the seat with toilet paper) and look over to my right and there is blood all over the bathroom stall wall. Not a couple drops either, huge smears of blood! Now how in the hell do you get blood on the wall? Was a woman like whipping her ass back and forth or what? Or was she trying to see if her tampon would stick? I mean really, blood? I still don’t understand that.

Just recently at work there was blood on the floor of the bathroom stall I had unfortunately chosen. It wasn’t even in front of the toilet, like the chick pulled her pants down and didn’t realize she had started. It was over to the side a bit, like she stood there looking down wondering what the fuck she was going to do. Of course she could have just been trying to create an inkblot test for those who ventured into the stall after her.

But here’s another one. How in the hell do people get shit on the back of the toilet seat? The back!? My asshole is not that far back. Are they like sitting on the clear back of the toilet seat? For what!? And do they not see the shit when they get up? Do they wipe and run? I’m sorry but I will turn around and make sure the toilet flushes. not that I want to see my own shit but I sure as hell don’t want anyone else seeing it either.

When I worked at a very large annuity company the women there were nasty also. Shit all over the seat. Or on the wall! The fucking WALL!!!! Like they wiped and got shit on their hand so they wiped it on the wall!!!! These were adult women! And they worked for a HUGE company! Things like this would always happen though.

Another thing that irritates me, I could be the only one in the bathroom with ten stalls, all open but mine. But it never fails that a woman has to come in and take the stall next to me and start taking a shit. I personally would go to the farthest away, but no, not the women I run into. Maybe they think they need a friend? There was this one time that this woman would flush every time she grunted. Like I didn’t know what the hell she was doing. Flushing every five seconds was more annoying than listening to her.

Now don’t get me wrong. There have been times that I just couldn’t help myself and had to go in a public bathroom. I was at Walmart one time and it hit me. I go in and there’s no one in there, great! Well I’m sitting there and a worker comes in and starts cleaning so I’m sitting there waiting. Well she’s sweeping the stalls to my left. Then she skips my stall and goes to the stalls on my right. Then (I’m not kidding you) she sticks her broom under my stall door, between my legs and sweeps my stall while I’m sitting there shitting. Had I not been so shocked I would have asked what the hell she was doing and couldn’t she wait two minutes? But I was stunned. So she finished cleaning and left. I wiped my ass and slunk out of the bathroom hoping to god she didn’t remember what my shoes looked like.

All I’m really saying is save the sick shit for your own personal bathroom at home. I really don’t need to be afraid of getting hepatitis in the bathroom or touching a door knob after seeing someone use their hand as a Kleenex. I wasn’t even raised by my mother and I STILL have more common sense than some of these women. Which that thought actually makes me wonder, are

Ink Blot Test!
Ink Blot Test!

men’s restrooms just as bad?

 

I Think I Need A Mattress, Size Large — December 16, 2014

I Think I Need A Mattress, Size Large

Now as every woman knows from a very young age we need to be prepared for “aunt flow”, “our monthly gift”, or just plain ol’ our period. I can remember sitting in Spanish class, had my legs all jacked up on my desk, all spread, bent over to pick something up and there’s this huge red spot on my crotch. Of course during these moments I never seemed to have a tampon or a pad. In a pinch you can roll toilet paper up like a makeshift pad until you can run and get a tampon or real pad. I think every girl/woman has run into this situation at least once. At least I know I’ve been in the bathroom minding my own business and I’ve heard someone yelling, “Anyone have a tampon!” Even my sister told me about a girl she went to school with who was wearing white pants when nature struck. So see it does happen, and I’m sure many of you ladies have similar stories.

Yes my dear friends, years and years of this lovely thing called womanhood had taught us to always be prepared. NOT. One summer the kids and I were on our way home from Kings Island and Conrad had had to go potty. So we pull over to a gas station and me and Conrad go inside. Since he was pretty little we go into the ladies together. It was one of those one toilet deals so Conrad tinkles then I go to sit down. Well lo and behold I was a bloody mess, right through my jean shorts too! I was thinking what the Hell, looked in my purse, no tampons. No machine in the bathroom. So there I was 35 years old rolling a wad of toilet paper up and putting it in my underwear like a makeshift pad (not the most comfortable feeling and it sticks to you). I’m sitting there wondering how the heck I was going to walk through the gas station without getting noticed. Suddenly I get startled by this person trying the damn doorknob and knocking. “Occupied!” I yell, knowing I can’t stay in there forever.

After taking a whores bath with paper towels and hand soap I start checking myself in the mirror. I wanted to check how noticeable the big bloody spot was between my legs. I look at the front, the back, not too bad. As long as I don’t bleed any more that is. Of course Conrad thinks I’m a loon and wondering why the Hell I put toilet paper in my underwear. “Don’t worry about it honey it’s a mommy thing.” So I waddle out to the store hoping I don’t have a bloody wad of toilet paper suddenly fall out of my jean shorts onto the floor. I buy what I need and Conrad and I go back into the bathroom. I’m bleeding like a stuck pig and I’m wondering if I should have went with an industrial grade pad instead of a tampon but I wasn’t about to go back out there and buy pads. The cashier would have to start wondering what the fuck I was doing. So I plug that shit up and I rush outside. We jump back in the vehicle and I hope to God I don’t bleed through on the rest of the ride home. Ya, no such luck. By the time I got home and into the bathroom I was a bloody mess. My panties were a loss, my jean shorts were a loss. I was beginning to wonder if I should go check the seat of the car.

So I’ve learned dear friends, no matter if my period is coming or not I’m gonna carry a tampon. It’s always good to be prepared, and who the hell knows some day there might be someone in the stall next to me that realizes they are in desperate need of a plug. Next time my ass, or crotch I should say, will be prepared. If not, well, I guess I can always make a toilet paper ball the size of my fist and hope for the best. HAHA