I’ve recently realised that I nearly always wee in the same part of the loo bowl, which got me wondering whether all the guys out there do the same and is it the same area?
So, given that the furthest part of the bowl (straight ahead) is 12 o’clock and the nearest bit is 6 o’clock, where do you aim? Side or water also.
This also presumes a bowl that is devoid of targets.
Me….. side/1:30.
I have always found that, particularly in other people’s houses, or in my own at night, water or side is still a dilemma for me.
If you wee into the water, often the whole house can here, not pleasant. If I direct it to the side to keep the noise down, does it sound like I am weeing all over the toilet seat and general ‘non flushed’ surfaces?
To answer your initial question though, I tend to go round in circles.
For a few years I used a B&Q just south of Glasgow, which had a food van outside, as the last stop off when I was gathering materials for a job – I’d buy a few bits and bobs, buy a bacon roll and a coffee, then use their loo before setting off to where ever I was working that day.
Now, years later, as some sort of pavlov’s dog conditioning, when I enter any branch of B&Q I immediately want a wee.
Cold short stages/events and it’s down the right leg in my bibs, longer stages and warm and I stop at the most convenient place, winters a faff as unlayering inevitably means dribbles.
When I was a kid we had static caravan in the lakes, it was off-grid so the lights were gas mantles. In the winter when the temperature dropped the gas pressure from the gas cylinders outside. So winter nights were spent chain-drinking tea and taking turns to go out and wee on the gas cylinders – each time we did the lights would get brighter.
At school we didn’t aim for the ceiling, but did try to see how far back we could walk and still get it into the urinal. If you had a big enough piss you could get your arse on the radiator. A power piss Was what we called it.
There is/was a sexual orientation issue in the US re water or side, side being considered somewhat effeminate.
Churchill used to visit his garden every morning just wearing a vest for a constitutional slash.
Like him, I use the garden, an Englishman’s right/rite and all that. Sadly the compost bins are too high for my aerial trajectory.
Compost bins? I once threw an old bird’s nest on the compost; it was hopping with fleas and Mrs Gti told me to burn it, which I didn’t. I was in the habit of peeing on the compost and began to notice spots around my genital area then one day, mid-pee, I reslised that all the fleas were sensing my body heat and jumping on for some blood.
Mrs Gti went, er, hopping mad and insisted I paid to get the house treated for infestation.
some sort of pavlov’s dog conditioning, when I enter any branch of B&Q I immediately want a wee.
This! Anyone else have this? For me, it’s my garage… as soon as I enter the garage to start working on something.. ping! Bladder calling! Back in the house.. or the kitchen. Get up, walk in the kitchen, just about to start preparing food.. ping! Bladder calling!
Bloody irritating it is.
Yes. For me it used to be putting on a wetsuit. So have a pre-emptive pee, put wetsuit on, need a pee again. Not had a wetsuit on for years now, but I imagine it will still happen.
Mrs Gti went, er, hopping mad and insisted I paid to get the house treated for infestation.
So you caught crabs, and passed it off as fleas. Well done.
As for pissing
At night time, I often manage to dribble down my undies and have to change them.
How many of you sit down for a piss, forget to check the positioning and piss under the rim? Sometimes not finding out until your socks or trousers are wet?