197037896_2551adb0dc_mPlease, tell me I’m not the only one who gets sprayed in the butt on those autoflush toilets. Even if you have to¬† lie to me, tell me I’m not the only one. It serves me right for multitasking during the sacred act of peeing.

Today I was in the ladies room with my girls, one of whom was asking for a tissue from the next stall. I leaned forward to fish through my bag and sure enough, I get that unwelcome butt shower. It happens more often than not. UGH. Very unpleasant, even on a hot day. So I sat back properly and that action, too, set off the motion detector again! Double butt shower with I don’t even want to think about what kind of germs in the water. Gross! It doesn’t seem to happen to my daughters. Bring on the golden showers jokes.

I could launch into some semi-senile diatribe about how these newfangled toilets are for the birds and is it really too much to expect people to have the common civility to flush manually, that autoflush toilets are one more sign of the nanny state, blah blah blah. But I’ll spare you today, because I like you and I’m trying to shed my grumpy mood. Butt shower didn’t help, mind you. But I’m trying.

I hope you all have a nice, dry day.

Photo by Rev Dan Catt CC