I've written here on more than one occasion about the various pitfalls I seem to encounter whenever I use a public restroom, particularly the one at my office. But I realize that many of you (or half of you, anyway) might still be in the dark about a few things. It's with that in mind that I present these brief but hopefully informative psychological sketches of men and the way they handle their business.
The Leaner
This is the guy that can't stand on his own power, as if the act of urinating is also somehow draining him of essential life forces. He will usually rest against the wall by placing his free hand against the area above the urinal, or if he's really tired, lay his entire forearm against the wall and rest his head against it as he urinates. I don't know what happened to this guy psychologically in his youth to make peeing such an exhausting act.
The Groaner
This guy has his own category, though it should be noted that Groaners and Leaners often overlap. But the Groaner has a unique way of dealing with urination, namely, to gently moan as he lets flow. This is almost always disturbing, since the last thing anyone wants while they're peeing is for the guy next to him to start vocalizing. He has the ability to stand on his own, but sometimes the groaning at taking what feels like the world's longest pee is enough to sap his strength, thus turning a Groaner into a Leaner.
The Freehander
This is the major leagues of independent urination. One of my bosses does this, and it's a staggering display of confidence. The Freehander stands before the urinal and pees without using his hands, often turning back and forth slightly in a move known as the "Cincinnati Hosedown." His feet apart, and his hands on his waist (or backward on his hips, like Forrest Gump), the Freehander does his business with cool ease. Not recommended unless you're drunk and/or Jack Nicholson.
The Singer
This is the rarest kind of public pisser, but also the hands-down weirdest. The Singer will, either to get things started or just to pass the time, whistle or sing or hum while doing his business. You'd be tempted to think that such behavior would be a display of stratospheric confidence that would elevate the perpetrator into the Freehander level. But the Groaner Corollary applies: Any talking is bad talking when you've got your piece out. After all, this is a public/office bathroom, not a camping trip. Bad call, Singer.
The Hider
The Hider stands there and urinates quietly, but can be startled like a deer in the headlights if a nearby urinal becomes occupied. This usually only happens in the most confined bathrooms, where only two urinals are mounted on the wall, elevating the risk of having someone come up to you while you're trying to pee, which is really annoying, I mean if we weren't in a bathroom I'd kick the guy right in the throat, can't he see that my pants are undone and I really don't feel like doing any kind of social interaction? The Hider will often seek out a bathroom he knows to be rarely trafficked just to revel in its peace and tranquility.
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matthew
on Tue 18 Apr 2006 08:20 AM PDT | Permanent Link
Since you are obviously an expert on this subject, I'd like to ask about The Courtesy Flush.
Is a person ever obligated to courtesy flush? If so, when? When another person walks into the restroom? At some specified interval, in case someone is in the restroom and you just don't know it? I'm perplexed. Please help. Re: The Positions
The Hider is usually, also, a Stall Man. Someone who prefers the stall if at all possible. I think there could be a series on this issue. You could discuss things like the afore mentioned courtesy flush and the imaginary line.
By the way, I started reading a book (an actual book that has a publisher and everything) and the author uses a multitude of CAPS and italics to make really annoying points. And did I mention his overuse of the exclamation point! I'm with Elaine here. It's use should be sparse. Finally, it makes me nervous to communicate with people who are obviously proofreaders and journalistic people over written means. And, without a spellcheck, to boot. So, please forgive me if my spelling/grammar/punctuation sucks. Re: The Positions
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on Tue 18 Apr 2006 02:35 PM PDT | Profile | Permanent Link
Matthew, I'm glad you brought up such an important subject. I'll do my best to explain my views.
I don't do courtesy flushes for a variety of reasons. For starters, many toiltes in office/public restrooms are now equipped with laser sensors instead of handles, and the only way to make it flush is to move far enough from the sensor to make it think you've left, which usually requires an awkward kind of crouching crab-walk as you stand briefly in the stall. And if there is a handle, I'm loath to touch it, especially if I'm at a public restroom. Additionally, I find that a CF isn't really needed unless the events are pretty horrific, in which case it's often best to wait till you get home. And since I'm a Hider, I always know if there's someone else in the bathroom when I'm in there. But you're not required to give a courtesy flush; it is, after all, a courtesy, so no obligation is implied. Kyle: True. I'm a bit of a Stall Man myself, even if I don't have to use one. Sometimes it's good just to read and enjoy the quiet. And as for the book you're reading, I'd lay odds it's some kind of inspirational Christian literature, a field of "writing" whose hack authors tend to aim for the absolute lowest common denominator among believers, shooting for something around junior high comprehension levels and theological depth. Then again, you could be reading a really bad textbook, but I think my guess has a chance of being right. Re: Re: The Positions
Dan, you were close. It is an acting book for actors just starting to learn more in-depth acting techniques. Acting teachers are sometimes just youth ministers without the God and Jesus thing.
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Wow, I feel so... enlightened. I guess there's a whole political system in the men's room, too. I should write about the girl's side of the wall for you fellas.
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I'm a freehander and occasionally a double-handed leaner, resting both hands on top of the deodorizer above the urinal.
My freehanded ways have actually gained a fair amount of notice around the office (well, just in the washroom). It seems to furnish people with more evidence for a longstanding rumour that a co-worker started on my behalf that I'm endowed like a stud bull. (I did not ask him to do this. It was his own initiative.) But whenever anyone comments on my no-hands technique, I just say with a straight face, "It's sinful to touch yourself down there." Re: The Positions
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Doug Ignatius
on Wed 19 Apr 2006 10:06 AM PDT | Permanent Link
Why is it called the Cincinnati Hosedown? I live in the Queen City, and laughed out loud, because I have a boss that is a free hander and also does the hosedown.
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