It's March! That means that I am participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge. I am happy to co-host this event with the team at Two Writing Teachers. Everyone is welcome!
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
Slice of Life- 24 of 31: A PSA about bathroom knocking
Based on how I'm envisioning and verbally rehearsing this post, it could be a PSA. I wasn't sure what my slice would be today, and I just discovered it in a moment of non-knocking.
I do not like to use public bathrooms. I never have, and I like them even less in the era of covid. I don't like the smells, sounds, or occasional sights, and I also don't like the doors and stalls. (How many times have I realized that the little turny thing that is designed to hold the door closed doesn't work and the door swings open at an inopportune time or I've tried to lean forward, hover, and hold the door at the same time. And also do whatever needs doing in that public space...)
School days are long, so there is no avoiding the faculty bathroom. This morning while I was in there, I heard footsteps approach the door. (Yes, I listen as I go.) Then, no knock, just a pull at the door. Even though the rational part of me knew that the lock would work, my reflexive nature sent my heart skipping. Maybe it's because there was a time when this same situation happened, and I had forgotten to lock or the lock didn't work or there was some other sort of malfunction that allowed the non-knocker to pull the door open as I was hovering.
This morning, I whispered under my breath my wish that people would knock. (I might have whispered another word or two as well.) And not only knock, but then wait for a moment. Give the potential occupant a second to respond! Don't knock and pull at the same time! Knock... wait...then enter. That way, I can say, "Yes, I'm in here." And no one has an uncomfortable moment.
And also, maybe my next one will take on the debate and etiquette of leaving the toilet seat up.
So there it is, my slice for the day and a PSA, as well.