If I walked into a stall and found it had not been flushed by the last guy, I would find another stall to use. I might flush the bad one first just to reduce the overall smell in the restroom.
I really hate using public restrooms because they are typically so filthy. I can count on two hands the number of times I have used a stall in a public restroom to poop. At work, I have used more than that because the restrooms at work are kept spotless. If I have no choice but to use a stall in a public restroom, I wet a paper towel and take it and a dry paper towel into the stall to clean and dry the toilet seat--top side first and even the underside, at least around the edges.
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Funny story about one of the 10 times I used a public restroom to go number #2.
My wife and I had a very nice dinner in Disneyland at the upscale Italian restaurant near the water across from the big roller coaster where they present the World of Color by projecting video images onto a screen made of water spray. Pretty amazing presentation.
First, the introduction to the story for context. My wife and I were at Walt's amusement park with our son and daughter-in-law and two granddaughters, ages 3 and 4. Our daughter-in-law had her panties in a bunch because my wife and I would not take the girls back to the hotel and sit with them while they took afternoon naps. We said we would just wheel them around in the stroller and if they were so tired, they could sleep in the stroller and we could continue to enjoy the park instead of sitting in a hotel room. She had sent some pretty nasty text messages so we spent the afternoon by ourselves and then had dinner at the Italian restaurant with plans to meet up with them for the World of Color at dusk.
So, near the end of dinner, I realized I needed to make a deposit in the restroom and I couldn't wait three hours until we would be back at the hotel. It was a nice, clean restaurant with a nice clean restroom with two stalls and two urinals. I chose the stall farthest from the urinals for privacy. I cleaned the toilet seat topside and bottom and I sat down to do my business. A moment later, I did a courtesy flush to help freshen the air. Another moment later, I heard a fist slam irately on the restroom door as it then opened and man strode heavily into the restroom and over to one of the urinals. I thought that if I remained silent, then, in his fury, he would think he was alone in the restroom.
“GOD!!!” he bellowed angrily into what he thought was an empty room.
I sat there for two seconds listening to his urine splattering on the porcelein and then I could not help myself. I summoned the deepest, divine voice that I could muster in the moment.
“Yeeessssss!” I answered loudly with my own family frustrations coming immediately to my mind.
“Son, are you upset because this is supposed to be the happiest place on Earth and yet you and your family are all angry and in each other’s faces and you can't seem to get along in this, the happiest place on Earth?”
There was a moment of silence as he took in my question and then he burst out with laughter. I think the pause was to consider whether the voice was indeed from above or just from the stall by the wall. Then there was another pause . . . I think so he could make sure that with his raucous laughter his pee was still piddling in the pot.
“Oh, dude, have you ever got that right. I want to strangle them. Everyone wants to do something different. Nobody is happy with anybody else. And we still have two more days of this.”
And, by the way, there were no lightning strikes because I impersonated deity.