Good day Water Closet goers!
So upon looking out for any form of public bathroom (often drunken) violation I’ve stumbled on a few favourites. You know it:
Penis Pictures -- nothing says class...
(INSERT NAME HERE) for a good time call 416- xxx- xxxx
(INSERT NAME HERE) is a .... (insert obsenity here)
I love ... OR ... and ... forever
These are just the horrid generic ones that always seem to start a response. These responses are what we all secretly enjoy. I know I get kicks when I read a “stop writing shit on the wall” - Oh the irony! - or a very simple “Fuck You!” (personal favourite)
Who says we don’t care about our fellow latrine users?! We leave each other tid bits of all sort of things. Tiny insights into each others lives.
Recently at a bar I went to the bog. While my regular thought process had been slightly drowned in beer, I sat and read: "I'm writing on this bathroom wall so that you know that you aren't alone. We all feel the need to leave our mark in some infinite way because it means we've existed in a space and time. We're all interconnected."
As I giggled slightly, it made me think that it's completely true. Graffiti is as old as humans. In Pompeii, I wonder what the public bathrooms have to 'say' to us? Probably the same that we see now.
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