Porta Jon Etiquette?
 

After over 30 years of construction and using a porta jon, I’ve seen just about every type of use. In the picture below, there are three variations that I see most frequently.

A leaves it clean for the next person.
B is questionable with the seat up.
C is out right nasty with the seat down, especially when the site is muddy.

What’s your preferred foot position...A...B...C?

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We have reached a new low in threads today.

Well, first off, the sink is too low and there's no paper towels...

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Thank god its Friday !

this is a good candidate for someone to give one star (and a rusty star at that!)

Starbucks! (and I don't drink coffee)

hahaha..what a great thread!!

I’ll bet Cliff has a few stories! Haha!

The other question, would be door open or door closed? In the summer, it’s like a sauna in there. I use a 2 x 4 or my foot to keep the door propped open to trying and get some circulation.

Another favorite, is when you sit down or whip it out and that’s when you notice a wasp or two flying around inside. I hate wasps!🤬

I generally opt for a stand of bushes near one of those poo stalls. Failing that I'll go "C". Those things are just foul.

Yeah, but have you been to the ones at Burning Man?

Years ago we were doing some medical readiness training in Alpena MI.

A 2nd Lt. comes out of a PortaPotty that was set up for our use and says;

“That wasn’t too bad, I never knew they had helmet holders in those things.”

Guess what we nicknamed her after that.

Many years ago, a Portuguese laborer came running into the trailer franticly screaming and gesturing..

Turns out he went to do his business, opened the door of the crapper, only to find a dead junkie sitting in repose.. needle dangling from his arm..

Obviously the site wasn't that secure,

Parsons Blvd, between Jamaica Ave, and Hillside Ave

Who would dare put their feet in position C ??
One wrong move and you're up to your knees in......

probably be cause somebody already pissed or shat all over B and it's a wee bit slippery

In the old days....the favorite trick was to tip the outhouse over onto the door...when your enemy/friend was using it.

Only way out...yep.

What a Sh**ty topic.

If the Porta Jon was close enough to the street, we used to drive our truck up to the door, nudge it a few times and block our friend from coming out.

Construction humor...

I've only done A.
I'm not sure I'd trust the unit to hold with B.

B or C are usual positoins in places not of the US.
No seats at all, just a hole. Squat over it, go.

Should see range porta ****ters. Now they're marked female and male. The male ones usually have feces to the top of the rim bc the contractors don't ever come and flush them let alone replace the toilet paper. Female ones are pretty gross. They pop a squat and defecate on the seat.

The real question is what article of clothing are you going to use when there's no toilet paper and you're 10 miles away from a napkin....

I was in the middle of a marathon and had that moment that all runners dread. No stopping the train at this point and no where to go. I was literally on a freeway bridge. In other words not a bush in site. And it's June. And hot.

I barely make it to the offramp, and as I turn the corner I see a row of about 10 porta potties that were set up for the race. They looked glorious! I was damn near in love.

I race to the first one, and it is completely unused and clean as a whistle. It looked brand new. I figure I must be dreaming. What incredible luck!

Business is done almost instantly but it's hotter than hades is this thing and I am sweating like Patrick Ewing in the 4th quarter. I mean steady drips of sweat - pooling on the floor. And my legs are covered with sweat so much so that I can't get my shorts back up. And the struggle to do so just makes me sweat even more. I begin to have a personal understanding of what Carl the Floorwalker means by "A night in the box."

I finally get myself righted and escape my own private Florida penitentiary. I leave with a new found belief that there is no such thing as "Porta Jon Etiquette." Use of that convenience is never convenient. It is battle conditions.

I'd like to believe I left the place in a decent state of affairs. But I'd guarantee the next guest would assume the puddles on the floor were something other than sweat.

On the bright side, I think my mile splits for the next 5 were the fastest of the race.