Bathroom Situation at USNA

THParent said:
They were so disgusting that one of the Dads on the trip who had grown up in and emigrated from India said that they were the most disgusting thing he had ever seen or smelled in his life. He assured us that this was indeed quite a feat, having grown up in India.

I remember asking him if he ever wanted to go back to India and he said "No. Never" and he was dead serious.
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I've interacted with a number of Indian Americans in both the business and personal areas and almost all of them have absolutely no interest in going back unless there is a parent still there. Those that do often take lots of precautions that far outweigh anything we did as young military folks. An example is the Engineering Director at one company who used to go have to back every few yrs for family reasons and when he did, he would not eat ANYTHING that he did not bring in with him and used to pack a very large suitcase of food when he did have to go there.
 
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We are so off-topic now, the OP must be thinking they’ve opened Pandora’s Box. I start thinking about posting something, then scroll up to forum and thread name, then just stop myself. I was just about to embark on a sea story about the CMC and I (XO of a major NAVSTA) jumping into his souped-up golf cart with big trash bags and gloves, stopping by a tenant command, such as the Dental Clinic, and starting to pick up trash in their front area. My policy was tenant commands policed their own areas, so we could focus contract cleaners on common areas. That usually made the tenant command erupt like an ant hill, with their duty officer, then XO and assorted working parties pouring out. Great fun. Then, as we rode off to “visit” another tenant, there would magically be working parties outside hard at it. Oh wait, I did tell a sea story…
 
Capt MJ said:
We are so off-topic now, the OP must be thinking they’ve opened Pandora’s Box …
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… even more off topic … Did anyone see Jeff interrupt Captain Kirk today?

Different wavelengths between the two icons for sure …. A perfectly bizarre and painfully hilarious moment.

 
I went to Europe in 1982. We went through astE. Berlin (it was a college tour of Europe) and we stopped for a bathroom break at someplace where cars stopped for food and such things. I remember going to the bathroom. I don't remember if there were urinals or not, but there were no toilets. What they did have was large metal squares on the floor with a hole in it. In the metal were indentations where to put your feet. I couldn't stop laughing when i saw it. It wasn't like the bathroom was old or in bad shape. It was rather modern outside of that.
 
Humey said:
I went to Europe in 1982. We went through astE. Berlin (it was a college tour of Europe) and we stopped for a bathroom break at someplace where cars stopped for food and such things. I remember going to the bathroom. I don't remember if there were urinals or not, but there were no toilets. What they did have was large metal squares on the floor with a hole in it. In the metal were indentations where to put your feet. I couldn't stop laughing when i saw it. It wasn't like the bathroom was old or in bad shape. It was rather modern outside of that.
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Made the bus trip plebe year to the Navy-Yale football game in New Haven. Mostly because my girlfriend at the time lived in a New Haven suburb. The old men's room at the Yale Bowl didn't have urinals. There was a trench three quarters of the way around room and you just picked a spot, stood in front of the trench and went on the wall behind it.
 
I’ve spent time in China and Southeast Asia, where the big cities have Western-style toilets but the plumbing is so fragile that you put your soiled toilet paper in a wastebasket. That’s kind of weird.

I’ve also used those ultra fancy toilets that wash and blow dry your bum — in Tokyo and…wait for it…Tulsa, of all places. While I have no doubt that I was cleaner than usual, that was more than kind of weird.
 
8th Wing Refugee said:
Made the bus trip plebe year to the Navy-Yale football game in New Haven. Mostly because my girlfriend at the time lived in a New Haven suburb. The old men's room at the Yale Bowl didn't have urinals. There was a trench three quarters of the way around room and you just picked a spot, stood in front of the trench and went on the wall behind it.
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That is not unusual. That is the way Dodger Stadium used to be up through 2011. I say 2011 because i tried to google when the stadium switched over to urinals but all i found was a video of a woman going into the men's bathroom and putting her butt over the trench to relieve herself.
 
I should say my first coed bathroom experience (at Barnard College) was traumatic. The sounds I heard as I used the bathroom (which I had trouble using while hearing the sounds so I went silent) I will never forget. My experience up until that point had been spying a nice, flower-adorned female restroom that smelled and sounded wonderful (and was not being used).

But the sounds I heard that day.... at Barnard, I will not soon forget.
 
I'm surprised we have gone this far down this rabbit hole and no one has brought up port-a-johns. Nothing goes down hill quicker than a port-a-john before a race. If you have ever run a marathon or half you know exactly what I am talking about. I do have a pretty active gag reflex and I'll never forget when I went to use one right before the race and I was gaging in there pretty loud I guess because when I came out my DW was rolling on the ground laughing at me. Can't blame her I would have done the same. 🙃
 
USMCGrunt said:
At this point, I need to provide a link that ties up a lot of these themes (human excrement, toileting methods, space) AND is consistent with a military-focused forum (Navy and Air Force).
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^ A classmate...but really didn't know her while at USNA. (We've had a couple classmates with "colorful" stories...but also some great successes ..including the current CNO).
 
On a cruise in thousand islands I ate shrimp that was bad. I rushed to the disgusting bathroom. In the middle there is a knock on the door. I try my best to calmly say one second. Shortly thereafter the knock gets louder. This progresses for like 4 minutes. I am in agony and am trying to hurry for the next person who is now pissing me off.

I get done and nobody is outside the bathroom. My identical twin brother is at our table in uncontrollable laughter.
 
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