I don't get how people just transform into animals because they are in a public space. Ain't no way you'd be shitting on the goddamn wall in your house, motherfucker.

There is also the issue of not being on your home turf in terms of TP and soap. I hate the single-ply tissue and I hate that invariably nasty ass smelling soap in the dispenser.

Then you got the issue of the condition of the seat, which in a men's room is always dicey for sure. What do you do? Seat protector? Makeshift one made out of aforementioned carbon-paper-thin TP?

I mean I don't think wanting to avoid contact with someone else's shit/piss/herpes puss is "germaphobia." That shit is REAL.

And you will know MY JACKET IS GOLD when I lay my vengeance upon thee.