So I’m washing up in the shop restroom, and I turn around to use the towel dispenser, and I catch a glimpse of a makeshift sign duct-taped to the toilet stall wall:
“Keep your boogers in your nose! or on tissue
paper Please
Room is a no booger area”
Just thought I’d share.
Sounds like someone got fed up.
At least you have one compatriot in civility.
Don’t you just love bathroom signs? I do.
If you sprinkle
When you tinkle
Please be neat
And wipe the seat.
It’s fun to write variants of existing signs. Kind of a way to pass time.
Keep them boogers in your nose
If not that, then on your clothes
Just keep 'em off of these here walls
If’n you want to keep your . . . "
When I first came to Lafayette, in my search for employment I worked for an employment agency. They sent me to a job driving cars at an automobile manufacturing plant. We would pick up the new cars at the end of the assembly line and drive them to an assigned location in a huge parking lot with several thousand cars. After the cars were parked a larger vehicle would pick us up and take us back to get more cars. However, on my first day of the job I was appalled by the disgusting conversations between the men and women inside the vehicle as we returned to repeat this process over and over again. I had been used to working in schools and research facilities, and I wasn’t used to this kind of language, which is evidently more common in blue collar jobs. I told the employment agency that they could get in trouble for allowing sexual harrassment in the workplace, but they didn’t think that there was a problem. So that was my one and only day parking new cars. Sometimes on a cold winter’s night, as I drive by this auto manufacturing plant, I think of the people who must be doing that same boring job month after month.
Uh oh. Doug, best you not read the post right above yours. 
Gee, now I feel sheepish . . .
When I work with animals I swear too – they don’t know I’m swearing.
(I wonder if I’ll get attacked for using bad humor now… I definately deserve it this time.)
yep, that did it!
had to mess with the avatar didn’t ya… I like it.
Working in an allergy and asthma clinic, it’s common to hear talk about.. um.. nasal discharge; however, one day an older man came into one of our offices and asked to see the doctor. The receptionist told him he’d have to make an appointment and come back. So the man made an appointment and then handed the receptionist a small prescription bottle-type jar filled with something or other. He told her the doctor may as well do some analyzing of it and then they could discuss his problem when he came back for his appointment. He said the bottle was filled with what he’d been getting out of his nose for the previous week or so.
The receptionist left it on the doctor’s desk with a note explaining what it was (laughing hysterically the whole time). The doctor came out later and said he’d thrown it away. He said, “That’s disgusting, even for an allergist’s office.”
Susan
This is very disturbing. I had not thought to be looking for that which is mentioned in the sign everywhere. Are they everywhere? Geez. nano, are those items all over the shop restroom? Or is the person who made the sign sort of crazy?
Oh, geez, thanks a lot susnfx!
I think they’re just not often denizens of ladies’ rooms, Cynth. You may not have run into them before.
heehee, sorry. If you’re put off by imagining what disgusting things could be where, I wish I could find the list of things found on shopping cart handles by some lab Oprah paid to analyze them. I now carry little individual wipes and won’t touch a cart handle until I’ve cleaned it off.
Susan
Me, too. I worry about Salmonella from people’s chicken. And hepatitis.
Immediately after that Oprah thing, Publix in the south-east installed canisters of nice-sized alcohol wipes at the store entrances. Very thoughtful.
I have yet to see any other chains doing that.
Coincidentally, I had an appointment at my rheumatologist’s today. I asked her why, exactly, was I supposed to stop taking one of my arthritis drugs if I get an infection and go on antibiotics. I was afraid, I suppose, that I’d suddenly be subjected to abcesses or hemorrhagic fevers if I didn’t. She said it really wasn’t such a big deal, but as someone with psoriatic arthritis, I already had a touchy immune system and the drug I was on tended to suppress it more. So getting off it lets the antibiotic work a bit less hard.
Which is a very long way around to say that it might be prudent for me to start carrying handy wipes with me too! 
M
What goes on in men’s washrooms is nothing to what I have had to clean up in women’s washrooms. I’m not sure why a woman would feel the need to advertise to other women what time of the month it is by pasting those used things to the walls of the stalls.
djm
Oh, dear! I think I feel faint . . . 
You’re right, though. Women are the worst . . .
Thank goodness I’ve never seen anything like that. It must be a sick person who does something like that.
Actually, I believe I did once and I was very shocked. I could not understand if the person was being cruel to the custodian who should not have to dispose of personal things like that or trying to disturb everyone in general. You have my sympathies, djm. Actually, all custodial workers do.
Actually, I think it’s Lambchop who has the Baaaad humor.
I used to sub for the custodian when I worked at the Public Library. The thing the astonished me was that, contrary to what I would have thought, the women’s rest room graffiti was far worse and much more vulgar than what was in the men’s rest room. A lot of my delusions about women were shattered, needless to say.
jGilder said
the women’s rest room graffiti was far worse and much more vulgar than what was in the men’s rest room
Too right JG, in my younger days I worked in a working man’s club and that was our final job of the saturday night, cleaning out the ladies toilet as our cleaners refused to do it on sunday. We used the fire hose. I guarantee you the gents was as nothing to the ladies. And my god the graffiti was vulgar and libellous and far worse than the gents. When it comes to filthy minds us poor men are no competition.
David