So here it is for your viewing -- and probably gagging -- enjoyment!
Why Pit Toilets Are The Worst Life Experience Ever Inflicted Upon Civilized Cultures
- You never want to use them unless you really gotta go. Inevitably, there will be someone in line ahead of you and that someone will take a very, very loooooooooong time.
- Do I really need to mention the smell? You might pretend it doesn't bother you but really, that's just keeping a brave face in front of the kids, like you do when comforting them after they've puked all over the bathroom, pretending that their vomity breath isn't making you want to hurl.
- You will inevitably have an audience, although it will be of the insect variety. Once, there was a frog in there with me. I couldn't pee and opted for remote bushes instead. (You're welcome.)
- The height on these things? Ridiculous! Are the makers prejudiced against short-legged folk? Because picnic tables are the same way…it's pretty embarrassing when your feet don't touch. But because of the height, using a germaphobe's "hover" technique is out of the question. Only option is a full-cheek press.
- Ain't nothing like that "cool breeze" on your nethers to really keep you focused on the task at hand.
- Couldn't they at least add some sound proofing? I don't need a "reassuring" echo of my business.
- You might want to consider bringing your own toilet paper. Sometimes, there are four rolls on the locked metal bar and sometimes, you don't even get a full sheet. Do you really want to take that gamble?
- Don't. Look. Down. If you're not careful, you could lose your sunglasses or camera or small child. My dad once lost a flashlight. I wonder what that next person thought of that.
- Maybe it's just me, but somehow, I just don't feel done without a flush. So unsatisfying.
- No sinks. Seriously. NO SINKS. At least now they're putting in hand sanitizer stations.