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Originally Posted by Rausch
'Eh, on a side note, I hate public $#itting.
After my 6th grade year there was an "incident" and they removed all the $#itter doors.
Really?
Pissing is one thing but, really, come on, I need my alone squat time...
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Hell, in boot camp, there were about 5 stalls. In front of those stalls was a wall that was about waist high. We would be told ‘ok, Port side, ‘Pump and Dump’” etc.
The port side of the barracks would single file line into the the head. The line would snake around the waist high walls and you’d line up in front of the toilet.
No doors.
So if you had to shit, there was a dude standing in front of you about 4’ away, until another stall opened up ahead of him in line, then he could move. …..then another dude would take his place.
I didn’t shit for about 4 or 5 days because of this. Got back from Chow one day and we were about to start doing something, and I got up and hauled ass to the head; had no choice, and didn’t care of the consquences of going without being told. Absolutely DESTROYED the toilet.