Washroom Stories

Oddly enough, today I wish to reminisce about bathrooms. The idea came from Irene Waters, the illustrious writer and memoirist.

Her suggestion came at the same time a friend of mine is on vacation, a friend who keeps posting ratings for the various bathrooms she’s visiting. Little did I know that this is an activity she’s indulged in for a few years, supposedly stemming from a terrible experience with one. To this, I can relate. I did not realize how crucial a good seat for relieving oneself became until my first cross-country drive in 2015.

It inspired a star-studded poem:

I’ll tour this grand old land of mine;
I’ll drive from ocean to sea.
I’ll walk where millions walked before,
I’ll not sit where they all …do their business.

Unlike some of the older participants in Irene’s prompt, I haven’t lived through a drastic era of change regarding toilets. Every house I’ve lived in has had what I have now: an indoor model that flushes with the aid of plumbing that enters and leaves the house. No water closets or outhouses. I do not believe I’ve ever lived somewhere with a septic tank.


Yes, I’m spoiled. And young, I suppose.

I have stayed in less-posh situations. I recall a summer camp one year with limited water and sewage supplies. We were advised to follow the old poem, “If it’s yellow, let it mellow. If it’s brown, flush it down.”

My family also spent a couple of summers at a cabin in the woods with its very own outhouse. I still recall the dread of midnight nature calls, shaking my flashlight through the dark and whooshing trees on the path and out to the pit-with-a-door. Due to active imaginations, two of my children are currently afraid of using the toilet alone. They said they imagine a head poking out of the hole and biting them. I don’t know what they would have done with the outhouse in the woods…


For my part, my only childhood fear of toilets involved imagining an alligator in one. I’ve never lived in Florida nor visited beyond the airport, but had heard a news story to the effect in elementary school. I also feared for spiders and such. I think, as a female, one’s fears are more justified since one always has to sit.

The one advancement in washrooms I have experienced in my lifetime is the automation of its basic functions. Automatic toilets, sinks, soaps, and blowers make using the bathroom a breeze. They also made for many, many times of standing over a peeing child to block the sensor so he does not get flushed on before he’s ready.

In a somewhat-related experience, I recall a music trip to San Francisco in my senior year of high school. For the first time, I encountered public stores that did not offer a public restroom. Also for the first time; I was directed to a public toilet, on the street corner, that utilized two-way mirrors as walls. When inside, a visitor could view everything outside as if he were not within a building at all. My childhood experience of knowing one could see through this glass by getting close did not encourage any desire to use this facility.

I suppose, like my friend, I also note and rank vacation bathrooms. When in Rome, eh?


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©2019 Chelsea Owens

24 thoughts on “Washroom Stories

  1. Nice throne room info.

    My family had a septic tank growing up, but we were the lucky ones. Some of my older relatives had outhouses, and they scared the golly-gee willikers out of me. I totally dig the alligator fear – but my fear was that I’d turn into carrots and fall in (I don’t understand, and I don’t remember why).

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  2. Well…. um…. yuck. I’ve had to use so many horrible facilities and had the pleasure of using good clean facilities… state parks have glorified outhouses or portapotties. Oh yuck. Did I say yuck? 🤮😳🤪😂

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  3. I remember moving to South Florida in 1960 and having to go to a very old school that was actually used as a military hospital during WWII. I was in 6th grade and there were no doors in the girl’s bathrooms. So the girls, who wore skirts and dresses similar to poodle skirts (wide widths) held our skirts out with our hands like a curtain and stood in front of the girls using each stall.. This covered the girls using the potty. I was horrified having moved from a moderately wealthy northern school in Ohio to what seemed like Hicksville. I was mortified. Worst bathroom experience as a kid.

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  4. In some state parks they have those chemical toilets that are SO deep. You can feel cold air blowing on your bare butt! But it’s better than squatting in the woods. 😀

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  5. I like stories of toilets so I enjoyed this. Public toilets are best avoided at all costs but they’re great place to marvel at the absolute filthiness of the human race and to pick up some interesting bits of dialogue for future story ideas.

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  6. Good facilities when on the road or out and about are essential. When I worked as a publisher’s consultant, which kept me on the road a bit, I rated the towns by their toilet facilities. 🙂

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  7. I lived in a small town in my adolescence and we had a septic tank.

    If you go tramping here in the high summer the toilets on the track smell pretty ripe and are usually covered in flies. The toilets are referred to as long-drops as the toilet seat sits over a large hole…

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