I've finally had to succumb and use the restrooms on an airplane. Well they are not restrooms; they are plain and simple bogs. I HATE using toilets on planes.
Firstly having to share with men is grossly disgusting and why on earth doesn't the separate men’s n lady’s loos apply at 30,000 feet? The cubicles are so small, they should be called pubicles and over 200 people use the facilities within the ten hours and you just don't see anyone cleaning the toilets in that timeframe.
My last trip I managed to hold it for twelve hours each way; my world record is sixteen hours, but I’m quite sure I’ve done my bladder some perma damage after that marathon holding session.
This time I had to go and was pleasantly surprised at my discovery of the disposable seat cover...fantastic! I only piled three bits of tracing paper to cover up the seat. It sure beats squatting - not the most enjoyable exercise, especially when you hit turbulence and before you know it you're pissing all over the walls.
There's simply nothing in comparison to sitting on the throne at home.
Still incredibly disappointed with the soap dispensers though; stingy, tight and cheapass comes to mind. You press it ten times and barely enough comes out to wash your pinkie.
To this day, I still do not understand why people do not lock the door when they go to the loo on the plane. It just doesn't add up. You walk in, there's a sign which says "please lock the door" and the lights do not come on unless you lock the door, so you are reminded to lock the door.
Next time someone tuts at me for opening a door which says "vacant" whilst they got their crusty pants around their ankles, I'm going to make a pubic announcement on the airplane to embarrass them further!
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