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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 8:53am  
Here is an interesting medium-short read that sort of sends two messages. But interesting if true.Using a Target bathroom got really uncomfortable really fastTarget Bathroom 4951
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 9:14am  
Here is an interesting medium-short read that sort of sends two messages. But interesting if true.Using a Target bathroom got really uncomfortable really fastTarget Bathroom
 
@FoFa: I didn't read it, but can honestly say, that in at least 100 visits to Target in my lifetime, I've never once used their bathroom. 
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 9:17am  
I've never once used their bathroom
 
@buffaloglenn: But you can't say you never will.
We all have "emergencies" some times where we are forced to do things we normally would not.If we recall @ray story....I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'You're definitely going to **** yourself' chili. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement 2'. Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I appeared to be unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my next door neighbors as thunder and lightning.Knowing that a time of reckoning had to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for the market, a local Walmart grocery store that I often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh oh, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different.The habaneras in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning shot.There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderlywoman turned into it.I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate, as she walked into it unsuspecting. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate.I could've warned that poor woman but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. Mistake.Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.Suddenly things were no longer funny. It was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took place.Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my *** is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Sonava*****' and quickly left.Once finished I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager.I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.Home again without having shopped, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store. 4951
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 9:21am  
All I can say is that creeper peeper is very lucky I was not behind that door.
I will say this right here and now.
I am a multiple rape survivor and if I catch an eyeball peeping in my stall, I'll be taking the door off the hinges and beating the crap out of the perv. Then I'm making a citizen's arrest. voyeurism, peeping tom, stalking, is against the law.
If (and it's a big if) I use a public rest room I have a right to expect a level of privacy.
Never in my 56 years has anyone every do a genital check before going in.
As for the story, she should have spoke up, gone to management and called police.
Also there are many places that have single and family restrooms to choose from.
Back in the 80's I can remember going to clubs that had a bathroom on both ends by both bars. You walked in and the bank of sinks were there and a row of stalls with real doors that both men and women used. I don't ever remember feeling weird standing washing my hands next to a guy.
I think this whole thing is stupid beyond stupid.
I've had some great gay, bi, trans friends. I am so glad I wasn't so blind and narrow minded not to see their hearts.
It all reminds me of the witch hunts. Scary sad times. 4951
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FoFa Active Indicator LED Icon 17 OP 
~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 9:31am  
@beadweaver[quote-tag-mismatch]I'm making a citizen's arrest. voyeurism, peeping tom, stalking, is against the law. [/quoteMaybe, for now.....[quote-tag-mismatch]If (and it's a big if) I use a public rest room I have a right to expect a level of privacy. [quote-end-tag-mismatch]Anymore, the word "Public" in things means you can not expect any privacy, don't you read/watch the news?[quote-tag-mismatch]I think this whole thing is stupid beyond stupid.[quote-end-tag-mismatch]Finally some true wisedom on the subject.One would think, if you dress the part, and act the part, no one is wiser.If it looks like a woman, acts like a woman, uses the restroom like a woman, even if not technically a woman, who would know? 4951
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 9:34am  
Fake story. 4951
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 9:39am  

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>> I've never once used their bathroom
 
@buffaloglenn: But you can't say you never will.
We all have "emergencies" some times where we are forced to do things we normally would not.If we recall @ray story....I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'You're definitely going to **** yourself' chili. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement 2'. Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I appeared to be unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my next door neighbors as thunder and lightning.Knowing that a time of reckoning had to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for the market, a local Walmart grocery store that I often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh oh, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different.The habaneras in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning shot.There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderlywoman turned into it.I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate, as she walked into it unsuspecting. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate.I could've warned that poor woman but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. Mistake.Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.Suddenly things were no longer funny. It was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took place.Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my *** is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Sonava*****' and quickly left.Once finished I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager.I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.Home again without having shopped, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store.
 
@FoFa:
 
Omg I remember this story. I just read it to dh with a warning I might not make it through without being in a ball of laughter tears on the floor.
He laughed so hard. My shirt sleeve is soaked.
Thanks for a good morning laugh.
No I didn't eat chili last night so It was safe to laugh. 4951
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 9:45am  

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>> I've never once used their bathroom
 
@buffaloglenn: But you can't say you never will.
We all have "emergencies" some times where we are forced to do things we normally would not.If we recall @ray story....I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'You're definitely going to **** yourself' chili. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement 2'. Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I appeared to be unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my next door neighbors as thunder and lightning.Knowing that a time of reckoning had to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for the market, a local Walmart grocery store that I often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh oh, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different.The habaneras in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning shot.There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderlywoman turned into it.I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate, as she walked into it unsuspecting. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate.I could've warned that poor woman but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. Mistake.Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.Suddenly things were no longer funny. It was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took place.Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my *** is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Sonava*****' and quickly left.Once finished I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager.I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.Home again without having shopped, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store.
 
@FoFa: Fair point...
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 9:47am  
If someone is so afraid of such situations (this story I think is BS) than don't go to the bathroom in public. I know plenty of people who don't due to a fear of germs. I agree that I have never been asked to prove my gender, even when using a men's room. Usually the men will just give me a knowing look when I come out of a men's room, "poor girl, she hadid to pee". Never has one said "you weirdo, show me your penis or I am calling the police!". If someone is going to assault you in a restroom, they are going to assault you in a restroom; law or no law. Let's be real. I think it's a stupid law but will it really alter your life? How often do you really think you will encounter this situation? And if, a huge if, you ever do, don't you think you can pee and move on ? Would that really kill you? 4951
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 9:56am  
[quote-tag-mismatch]@beadweaver[quote-tag-mismatch]I'm making a citizen's arrest. voyeurism, peeping tom, stalking, is against the law. [/quoteMaybe, for now.....[quote-tag-mismatch]If (and it's a big if) I use a public rest room I have a right to expect a level of privacy. [quote-end-tag-mismatch]Anymore, the word "Public" in things means you can not expect any privacy, don't you read/watch the news?[quote-tag-mismatch]I think this whole thing is stupid beyond stupid.[quote-end-tag-mismatch]Finally some true wisedom on the subject.One would think, if you dress the part, and act the part, no one is wiser.If it looks like a woman, acts like a woman, uses the restroom like a woman, even if not technically a woman, who would know?[quote-end-tag-mismatch]
 
@FoFa:
I think it's all around creepy strangers are so interested in my genitals, how I relieve myself, or think it's okay.
Fact is most transsexual men like men. They may ask where you got your shoes or what shade of lipstick is that? Looking to jump your daughter? I don't think so.
Your right about being out in public and not expecting privacy. I know longer find joy going shopping. Lingering the day away strolling in and out, trying things on, breaking for lunch and then back at it. I'm more likely to buy it, take it home, try it on and deciding if I don't like it, is it's worth the trip back, a nice gift, or just donate it.
The news is nothing about news, it's all about shock, awe and opinions. It's all there to keep us distracted. I've said before no cable, just antenna. Besides none it really has anything to do with my lifestyle.
I'm so busy loving life, doing exactly what brings me joy that I have no time or interest in what is fed to the masses.
 
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 9:56am  
I wonder how much this horses**t has cost the tax payers. 4951
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 9:58am  
Fake story.
 
@kingwooddiscgolf: Totally agree. 4951
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 10:10am  

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@kingwooddiscgolf: Totally agree.
 
@ForeCPA90:
 
Fake or not, it sure makes you wonder who the real freaks in the world are.
Who spends their time thinking this stuff up? Seriously. Lol
I don't have enough hours in my life to waste it on insane thoughts. Yet someone is able to make this whole thing into a huge waste of money and time. Dividing us yet again as a country and society.
I don't care where anyone goes, what color their skin is, what nationality they are, or what sex they identify with.
I just care they are a good person. A kind person. Other than that, their lifestyle is none of my business.
I was never one to sit around talking swapping sexcapades stories. To me that's weird. 4951
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 10:32am  
Never in my 56 years has anyone every do a genital check before going in.
 
@beadweaver: Exactly ! So how do we know who's using the "correct" restroom today? As far as I know the most publicized restroom encounter was  "male on male" by guess who? A politician ! 4951
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 10:39am  

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@beadweaver: Exactly ! So how do we know who's using the "correct" restroom today? As far as I know the most publicized restroom encounter was  "male on male" by guess who? A politician !
 
@uneasyrider: Are you talking about the Atlanta airport incident?
As a frequent traveler, I was extremely careful where I put my feet when using the bathroom after that. 4951
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~ 7 years ago   May 6, '16 11:05am  

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@beadweaver: Exactly ! So how do we know who's using the "correct" restroom today? As far as I know the most publicized restroom encounter was  "male on male" by guess who? A politician !
 
@uneasyrider: Are you talking about the Atlanta airport incident?
As a frequent traveler, I was extremely careful where I put my feet when using the bathroom after that.
 
@ForeCPA90: I was referring to the incident below but I'm sure there were others.  http://www.nbcnews.com/id/20467347/ns/politics/t/craig-resigns-over-airport-bathroom-sex-sting/#.Vyy_pY-cGM8
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