A little Humor about men in at a urinel at the track

[tonto1944]

Psychological studies of types of men in public rest rooms.


Excitable: Shorts half twisted around, can't find hole, rips shorts.
Sociable: Joins friends in pee, whether he has to go or not.
Nosey: Looks into the next urinal to see how the other guy is fixed.
Crosseyed: Looks into urinal on left, pees into one in center.
Timid: Can't urinate if someone else is watching, flushes urinal anyway.
Indifferent: If all urinals are being used, pees in sink.
Clever: No hands. Shows off by fixing tie, looks around, pees on floor.
Worried: Is not sure of what he has been doing, makes a quick inspection.
Frivolous: Plays stream up and down and across urinal, tries to hit fly.
Absentminded: Opens vest, pulls out tie, pees in pants.
Disgusted: Stands for a while, gives up, walks away.
Sneaky: Farts silently while peeing, acts very innocent, knows that the
man in the next stall will be blamed.
Childish: Leaks directly into the urinal bottom, likes to watch bubbles.
Patient: Stands very close for a long time waiting, reads newspaper with
free hand.
Efficient: Waits until he has to take a crap, then does both.
Tough: Bangs dong against urinal to dry it.
Fat: Has to stand back to take a long blind shot, misses, pees in shoe
Little: Stands on box, falls in.
Drunk: Holds left thumb in right hand, pees in pants.
Impatient: Always in a hurry, pees down back of guy ahead of him.
Withdrawn: Places feet in urinal, pees down leg so no one hears.

[chickenhead]

:lol:

Ferndale, greatest little track in the Pacific Northwest, has had for years a "Trough" in the mens room for pissing in...none of these semi private urinals that the dandies in other places use. Just a big 20' long galvanized trough with a drain at the far end.

Now you can imagine, at a race track filled with drunk cowboys, that by the end of the day this trough is filled with all manner of filth...half eaten cheesburgers, cigarettes, racing forms, stacks and stacks of losing tickets...you had to be a man to sidle up and elbow out some room between two roudy drunks to take a pee.

Well, someone got some money from somewhere--because this year they renovated the johns and replaced the trough with actual individual urinals, I believe they even had little tiny half walls between them.

An improvement? No way..many a call of "BRING BACK THE TROUGH!!" was heard echoing out of the mens room...it's just not the same without it.

Thankfully some of the other charming features are still in place, such as the fact the floor of the grandstands still aren't "waterproof"...and if you hang out too long at the windows underneath you're still likely to get drenched by some bastard spilling his beer upstairs.