Wednesday, March 4, 2009

The video worthy of a new post

Yes loyal readers. The potty blogger has moved on and no longer writes about the, uh, comings and goings of 340 Brannan 5th Floor men's room. But I saw a video today that made me think of the ol' stomping ground. You should demand that it be installed immediately.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Potty Blogger goes all Willy Wonka on you

I have some difficult news. I, Potty Blogger, am taking a new job and will no longer be a regular visitor to 340 Brannan fifth floor men's room.

But this blog must continue in my absence! So I have hidden five golden tickets...

Well, not exactly. But, like Mr. Willy Wonka, I am looking for someone to whom I can pass the reins.

Wonka was looking for a child who could run his chocolate factory...I am looking for a man who wants to blog about a chocolate factory. (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)

If you think you might be that person, please leave a comment below and explain why you think you're qualified. If a suitable candidate is identified in the next week, I will pass over the password. All this could be yours.

Oompa Loompas not included.

If not, this blog will cease to publish. The choice, dear readers, is yours.

Worst urinal in the building

Fourth floor men's room. Hands down.

1. It's mounted on a portion of the wall that sticks out about a foot, so the "privacy screen" provides no privacy.

2. The urinal itself is super long...and not in a good way. (See point #1.) It's right next to the sink, but it sticks out so far, you're basically standing behind the guy at the sink who's trying to wash his hands. It's creepy.

3. It's too low to the ground. Seriously, it's like two inches off the ground--I can barely get my feet under there when I move in to do my business.

The combination of the location, the size of the urinal, and it's height make the experience feel like you're peeing into a cookie sheet that's sitting on the floor in the middle of the room.

It's not cool.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Overflowing toilet

Ah...Monday morning in fifth floor men's room.

Sombody conducted a pretty serious piece of business in the chamber this morning and there is now an overflowing toilet and an inch of water on the floor. (Good news: the drain does seem to be working.)

Did the offender try and use the plunger to prevent this overflow? Did he at least call the building manager and alert them to the problem?

I doubt it. While past performance is not an indication of future results, the users of fifth floor men's room are a notorious for their lack of responsibility.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Man TP is back!

The hearty toilet paper, appropriate for man-sized business, is back in fifth floor men's room. And the facilities have never looked better! Coincidence? I think not.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Are you kidding me?

9:16 a.m. Potty blogger notices that the plunger has been returned. Rejoice!

11:15 a.m. The toilet is clogged. Plunger sits helplessly next to clogged toilet.

Men, the plunger is back...use it! Sheesh.

Seriously, how does one clog a toilet, watch it nearly overflow and then blithely walk out of the stall? Grab the plunger and clear the bowl!

Remember, our fair fifth floor men's room toilet has a finicky digestive system. We need to help it along when needed.

You're need to be like those scientists who feed the birds with the eye-dropper! The plunger is the cotton swab that you may need to gently nudge the seed town the bird's throat.

For those not clear on the rest of the metaphor: The toilet is the bird. Your butt is the eye-dropper.

The plunger is back!

Long live the plunger!