Dribs and Drabs
May 30, 2008
When I was a teenager, I went on a long bus trip from Minnesota to Illinois with a youth group, and my brother, Steve, and I thought it would be fun to make some of our busmates’ pee blue.
This is easily accomplished by putting some methylene blue in someone’s coke. Which we did. But being curious, I tried a little of the coke myself, and sure enough, my pee turned blue. Awesome.
Now here’s the thing about boys and peeing–we drip. That is, as the saying goes, “no matter how much you jiggle, nor how much you dance, that last drop will always end up in your pants.” Totally true. But that last drop normally means nothing, since it’s easily absorbed by the underwear and forgotten about–unless, that is, the last drop is BLUE and the underpants are WHITE.
I admit, I took no small amount of grief for that.
But that’s not my point.
My point is, I’ve been finding WAAY too many last drops on the toilet seat lately. That’s not right. It’s not neighborly. It’s not sanitary.
I’d like to propose a guideline: like all good campers, let’s leave the toilet seat in better condition than we found it. Think about it–it’s YOUR pee, YOU should clean it up, right? I’m not talking about getting out the mop and military-cleaning the bathroom. I’m talking about getting up after you’ve done your business, scanning the toilet seat for drips, and grabbing a few squares of TP to clean it up. After all, when it’s YOUR pee, you could clean it up with your shirt tail and nobody would care, including you.
But when it’s NOT your pee? Well, if you’re forced to clean up someone else’s last drop just to be able to sit down, and some of the drop gets on your hand, nothing short of a freaking hazmat team will suffice to keep you from amputating your hand on the spot.
Nobody wants that.