The other day, with a spoonful of vegetable soup in transit to mouth, I overheard someone say “What did I take for granted before coming to college? Wow, I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”
I considered flinging the contents of my spoon in his direction but ultimately didn’t, which perhaps is a more laudable decision if you think about it in terms of how I am constantly faced with the choice of whether to flick or not to flick glorified red oil into other people’s faces yet consistently restrain myself from my baser urges, although I’m unsure how much of my “restraint” has to do with the limited availability of dining hall vegetable soup.
Because really? He didn’t even know where to begin? What a missed opportunity. If someone had thought to ask me for my opinion—understandably a rare occasion—I would’ve known exactly where to start: sinks. My college experience basically began with sinks, or the lack thereof.
My residence hall is connected to two other halls, so when I applied for housing in January of last year, I had to select the option with all three and was randomly assigned to where I live now. The three dorms are generally the same in that we’re all paying fortunes for small, drafty rooms and no residential dining of our own, but each hall has its defining characteristic. The hall across from mine has the shared front desk. The hall adjacent has the mailboxes. The hall I live in has, you guessed it, no sinks.
No sinks in each room, I mean. Our hall technically does have sinks; they’re just down the hall in the communal bathroom.
People try to spin “we forgot you needed personal sinks” into “this makes your hall more social.” I’m all for owning a mistake by pretending you meant it all along, but I wonder if we’re not taking it a bit too far here.
The logic is that by not having the convenience of sinks in our rooms like in other halls, when we need to wash dishes or brush our teeth or eliminate circumstantial evidence, we’re forced to leave our rooms and mingle with fellow residents. To that I say, is it not hard enough to strike up friendly conversation with strangers without having to sputter through the toothpaste froth dribbling down your chin? Without having to overcompensate in civility for looking like you’ve been freshly bitten by a rabid dog? Must we be exposed to more time in the communal bathrooms than the bare minimum?
Not wanting to spend more time there than necessary doesn’t mean I hate communal baths. I mean, I like not having to regularly clean bathrooms. I’m fine with cramped shower stalls. I don’t mind having to wait for available sinks; that only happens occasionally, although it does get awkward pacing around in there.
I do, however, feel personally victimized by the Serial No-Flusher on our floor.
There are four stalls in the communal bath for about thirty people. Every time I enter, on average, at least two of the four are not flushed (and the definition of “not flushed” carries a wide range of meaning). It’s actually become a sort of game for me. I push in the door of the first stall and wait, holding my breath for anticipation and… other reasons, as it swings open to reveal whether I’ve struck gold.
I used to go in order, starting from the farthest door, thinking that it was less likely the Serial No-Flusher would’ve struck there. But I soon realized I was dealing with a loose cannon; there was simply no pattern to her attacks, at least one that I could discern. So now, sometimes, I get adventurous and try the middle doors first.
I’d understand if these were accidental incidents, but it’s been a semester and neither the frequency nor intensity of her strikes have shown any indication of abating. After I realized I’d even developed the mindset of “every day I open a stall to find a flushed toilet is a good day,” I understood that it was time for me to act.
Operation Flush Her Out (FHO, almost like the noodles)
Phase 1 Strategy: If someone emerges from the stall as I enter the bathroom, enter that stall to investigate.
I didn’t go too far out of my way to catch the culprit because I figured I would happen across the SNF soon enough, but I hadn’t expected to find someone the first time I entered the bathroom after concocting Phase 1.
I now had the face and name of one of the nicest, friendliest girls in our hall. The motivation to continue this witch hunt, I found, came a lot easier when I’d imagined the culprit as some shifty-looking curmudgeon (a description that, incidentally, doesn’t fit any of our hallmates because I’m delusional). I resolved to not accuse anyone of anything until I could ascertain that this was not an isolated incident.
Phase 2 Strategy: Basically the same thing as 1 but just checking to see if SNF Suspect would be a repeat offender. As you can tell, I’m not very complex with my strategies.
The second time I encountered Suspect SNF in the bathroom was a couple days later, and as I was walking toward her recently vacated stall, I came to the realization that I hadn’t really thought this thing through beyond identifying the SNF. I mean, even after I ascertained who it was, what would I say to her?
Possible Options
- “I’ve been monitoring your flushing habits and I find them unacceptable.”
- “For the love of everything that’s holy, PLEASE flush the toilet.”
- “So it was YOU ALL ALONG!”
While I was having this epiphanic episode, someone pushed past me into Suspect SNF’s stall and closed the door. A toilet flushed, but I couldn’t tell from which stall, because all were occupied. There was a long moment of silence during which no one emerged.
Finally, a different girl from our floor left the first stall, and I entered. To my utmost horror, I saw before me a woefully unflushed toilet.
It wasn’t the Serial No-Flusher. It was the Serial No-Flushers.
I left the stall and, for good measure, washed my hands in the sinks upon which I’m placing all the blame.
… My heart still sinks at the thought.
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I almost laughed out loud in church which would have given away that I wasn’t paying attention. 🙂
Can’t stand no-flushers! What distracts a person so much in the stall that they forget? Ugh!!
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Thanks so much, Mrs. Smith! The only possible explanations are a) they’re not flushing out of spite and b) they aren’t aware that they have to hold the lever down longer. Neither scenario seems solvable.
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No-Flushers are the bane of society. What surprises me is that you don’t have personal sinks! That’s just inconsiderate.
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I completely agree! It’s such a trivial thing that I feel bad for complaining about it, but again, it’s such a trivial thing that they really could just flush in the first place. Also, yes. Not having personal sinks is a big deal.
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No flushing should be considered a hate crime. We also had multiple SNFs throughout my college days. Of course that was when indoor plumbing was still a novelty and flushing still a learning experience.
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That sounds like a personal hell–glad you survived.
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I’ve never lived somewhere with communal baths and honestly the idea makes me extremely uncomfortable. That’s just inhumane…
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It’s really not all that bad if the idea of having to clean bathrooms makes you also extremely uncomfortable (like it does for me). But the SNFs…
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Eish! I can’t stand those and the worst is when they do it in communal bathrooms. I am sure they do not do that at home.
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I agree! Pretty sure communal bathrooms reveal human nature.
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I did not live in the hall with-out sinks, but a friend did so I can sympathize. I want to thank you for
1) A good laugh. “Surprisingly hard to find a nice aesthetic toilet swirl”
2) Writing on this Sunday, so I can avert my attentions from my own neglected blog post, which is still in limbo at this time.
We never expect the nice people to have the gross habits do we? The thing that bothers me though are no-washers. Ich! with a side of Eww!
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I’ve always wondered if people actually read my stupid picture captions! Also, glad your friend lived to tell the tale. Thanks for reading(:
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Argh I can’t stand unflushed toilets, I don’t understand what is so hard about flushing them?!
The way you told this story was brilliant! I laughed out loud! Thank you!
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That’s exactly what bothers me so much–I mean, besides the sight of… Anyway, it just seems like such a simple courtesy to me! Thanks so much for the kind words(:
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Oh my goodness! This was so well written and so, so funny! I love it.
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Thank you so much and sorry for the late response! Maybe from now on, I should title my comment sections Nicole Responds Once a Week 😦
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Thank God I don’t have to live in dorms anymore (I hope). I shudder at the memories of times gone past.
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I don’t understand how it’s possible to leave a bathroom stall and deliberately not flush the toilet! :O I thought everyone wanted to be rid of the evidence that they were ever there!
This is the first semester that I live in student housing and therefore the first time I’m experiencing having a personal sink. Which is awesome! For the first time I only have to clean up after myself! I’ve been renting privately for 4,5 years, where we were three people sharing kitchen and bathroom, so not having a personal sink hasn’t been a huge problem before fortunately. Where I live now, it’s pretty much the same with the same shared stuff, but a personal sink in addition! However I have to move again this summer, and this time I’m considering a place where you have to share a kitchen with 7, but you get a whole bathroom to yourself! 😀
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Removing all traces of evidence is a much more entertaining way to think about it–if only the culprits thought that way, too. Also, I forgive you for rubbing in your blessing of personal sinks. (Really, though, thanks for this wonderfully long comment!)
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That would be nice, wouldn’t it! Haha sorry, I didn’t realize I was rubbing it in, I never thought of it as something I’d appreciate until I had it myself though!
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Oh, I was definitely kidding! Wouldn’t wish no-flushers on anyone, so I’m glad you don’t need to share my experience(:
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Interestingly enough, that beautiful swirl’s source page’s name states ‘Dreamstime.com’….
Coincidence? Well, I think not. XD
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You’ve certainly got the right idea!
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It’s incredible how inconsiderate people can be sometimes in public places. They should have a mechanism that unlocks the door to let you out only after the toilet is flushed.
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THIS is the invention we didn’t know we needed. Although, it would really suck if the toilet malfunctioned and you got locked in with your shame.
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Recently my niece and I were out together and of course we needed to use the toilets at one point. We had our pick of a row of six cubicles and my sister in law headed into the first stall. A horrified niece told us that you never go into the first stall because most everyone else does too. If you head to the one furthest away you’re less likely to be surprised by undesirable floaties left by non-flushers. Seems she has a point because since taking up the advice I’ve not been annoyed by non-flushers. 🙂 Linda
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This is an intelligent strategy–however, for some reason, everyone here has the same idea of skipping the first stall to avoid floaties. Even, inexplicably, the SNFs. Maybe they’re scared of each other.
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Took me back to my college days. BTW, you should be majoring in Criminology.
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I’ll keep that in mind when I encounter my next major-related life crisis.
(Another thought: can you imagine if underneath students’ taglines were majors they SHOULD have chosen? Like, John Doe, majored in Biology, should have majored in Flower Arrangement.)
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This reminds me of a no flusher in grade school. When I saw a girl come out of the stall without flushing, I could never look at that girl again without a vision of what she left behind. That was over 40 years ago. I recenly saw he on facebook
and my first thought was, “I wonder if she ever learned to flush?”
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This comment made me laugh! Hopefully it wasn’t just a one-time accident on her part.
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Uggg.who raised the cretans?
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Savages.
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Haha. Obviously in a barn…😜
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Your blog is the best.
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Thank you so much for reading and leaving a comment that made my day!
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