The sanitary bin in the girls' toilets

[Bildi]

I seem to have a morbid curiosity about these things.  When I occasionally use the women's toilets at work on a weekend (they're closer than the male toilets) I have urge to look what's inside this mysterious bin.

I never actually have looked in, and I'm sure there's a chance I'd hurl, but it's kind of like a car crash with fat people - you know you shouldn't be looking but you can't help it.

Anyone else curious about it?

[Joe Molotov]

Reach in, grab a big wad of whatever's in there, and then sniff it. If necessary, take it home with you for further sniffing. Return and post your findings.

[Bildi]

Thanks Joe, I think you just cured me of my fascination...

[cool breeze]

I'm guessing tampons.  I just realized that the last time I was in a girls' public bathroom was middle school where my tour guide (we had this shit where you paired up with a freshmen in middle school to show you, a senior elementary school kid, the ropes around the place) took me in there for some reason.  That son of a bitch stole a dollar from me! it is all coming back.  They had Gatorade in a can back then!

[The Sceneman]

this thread is turning me on

[Bocsius]

I've never had that curiosity. In fact, from the first moment I saw one of those bins, I knew what they were for. It's not some state secret. Want to look at tampons and sanitary napkins? Go right ahead.

[demi]

Probably a carrot they had in their purse...

[Bildi]

Wow, what an awesome story.  I feel you are a much greater man than I.

this thread is turning me on

Now we're talking. 

[siamesedreamer]

Yeah, I was a "janitor" for a couple years back in college. Really no big deal...would've cleaned women's bathrooms all day long if it meant I didn't have to clean up nasty ashtrays.

[Olivia Wilde Homo]

Really?  In my experience, women's bathrooms were always the worst.  Apparently some women squat over the toilet.

[TVC15]

Reach in, grab a big wad of whatever's in there, and then sniff it. If necessary, take it home with you for further sniffing. Return and post your findings.

Do this and then write a poem about it.  It's what Jonathan Swift would have done and he is one of the greatest writers ever.

Also take pics so we can beat off.

Five Hours, (and who can do it less in?)
By haughty Celia spent in Dressing;
The Goddess from her Chamber issues,
Array'd in Lace, Brocades and Tissues.

   Strephon, who found the Room was void,
And Betty otherwise employ'd;
Stole in, and took a strict Survey,
Of all the Litter as it lay;
Whereof, to make the Matter clear,
An Inventory follows here.

   And first a dirty Smock appear'd,
Beneath the Arm-pits well besmear'd.
Strephon, the Rogue, display'd it wide,
And turn'd it round on every Side.
On such a Point few Words are best,
And Strephon bids us guess the rest;
But swears how damnably the Men lie,
In calling Celia sweet and cleanly.
Now listen while he next produces,
The various Combs for various Uses,
Fill'd up with Dirt so closely fixt,
No Brush could force a way betwixt.
A Paste of Composition rare,
Sweat, Dandriff, Powder, Lead and Hair;
A Forehead Cloth with Oyl upon't
To smooth the Wrinkles on her Front;
Here Allum Flower to stop the Steams,
Exhal'd from sour unsavoury Streams,
There Night-gloves made of Tripsy's Hide,
Bequeath'd by Tripsy when she dy'd,
With Puppy Water, Beauty's Help
Distill'd from Tripsy's darling Whelp;
Here Gallypots and Vials plac'd,
Some fill'd with washes, some with Paste,
Some with Pomatum, Paints and Slops,
And Ointments good for scabby Chops.
Hard by a filthy Bason stands,
Fowl'd with the Scouring of her Hands;
The Bason takes whatever comes
The Scrapings of her Teeth and Gums,
A nasty Compound of all Hues,
For here she spits, and here she spues.
But oh! it turn'd poor Strephon's Bowels,
When he beheld and smelt the Towels,
Begumm'd, bematter'd, and beslim'd
With Dirt, and Sweat, and Ear-Wax grim'd.
No Object Strephon's Eye escapes,
Here Pettycoats in frowzy Heaps;
Nor be the Handkerchiefs forgot
All varnish'd o'er with Snuff and Snot.
The Stockings, why shou'd I expose,
Stain'd with the Marks of stinking Toes;
Or greasy Coifs and Pinners reeking,
Which Celia slept at least a Week in?
A Pair of Tweezers next he found
To pluck her Brows in Arches round,
Or Hairs that sink the Forehead low,
Or on her Chin like Bristles grow.

   The Virtues we must not let pass,
Of Celia's magnifying Glass.
When frighted Strephon cast his Eye on't
It shew'd the Visage of a Gyant.
A Glass that can to Sight disclose,
The smallest Worm in Celia's Nose,
And faithfully direct her Nail
To squeeze it out from Head to Tail;
For catch it nicely by the Head,
It must come out alive or dead.

   Why Strephon will you tell the rest?
And must you needs describe the Chest?
That careless Wench! no Creature warn her
To move it out from yonder Corner;
But leave it standing full in Sight
For you to exercise your Spight.
In vain, the Workman shew'd his Wit
With Rings and Hinges counterfeit
To make it seem in this Disguise,
A Cabinet to vulgar Eyes;
For Strephon ventur'd to look in,
Resolv'd to go thro' thick and thin;
He lifts the Lid, there needs no more,
He smelt it all the Time before.
As from within Pandora's Box,
When Epimetheus op'd the Locks,
A sudden universal Crew
Of humane Evils upwards flew;
He still was comforted to find
That Hope at last remain'd behind;
So Strephon lifting up the Lid,
To view what in the Chest was hid.
The Vapours flew from out the Vent,
But Strephon cautious never meant
The Bottom of the Pan to grope,
And fowl his Hands in Search of Hope.
O never may such vile Machine
Be once in Celia's Chamber seen!
O may she better learn to keep
"Those Secrets of the hoary deep!"

   As Mutton Cutlets, Prime of Meat,
Which tho' with Art you salt and beat,
As Laws of Cookery require,
And toast them at the clearest Fire;
If from adown the hopful Chops
The Fat upon a Cinder drops,
To stinking Smoak it turns the Flame
Pois'ning the Flesh from whence it came;
And up exhales a greasy Stench,
For which you curse the careless Wench;
So Things, which must not be exprest,
When plumpt into the reeking Chest;
Send up an excremental Smell
To taint the Parts from whence they fell.
The Pettycoats and Gown perfume,
Which waft a Stink round every Room.

   Thus finishing his grand Survey,
Disgusted Strephon stole away
Repeating in his amorous Fits,
Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits!

   But Vengeance, Goddess never sleeping
Soon punish'd Strephon for his Peeping;
His foul Imagination links
Each Dame he sees with all her Stinks:
And, if unsav'ry Odours fly,
Conceives a Lady standing by:
All Women his Description fits,
And both Idea's jump like Wits:
By vicious Fancy coupled fast,
And still appearing in Contrast.
I pity wretched Strephon blind
To all the Charms of Female Kind;
Should I the Queen of Love refuse,
Because she rose from stinking Ooze?
To him that looks behind the Scene,
Satira's but some pocky Quean.
When Celia in her Glory shows,
If Strephon would but stop his Nose;
(Who now so impiously blasphemes
Her Ointments, Daubs, and Paints and Creams,
Her Washes, Slops, and every Clout,
With which he makes so foul a Rout;)
He soon would learn to think like me,
And bless his ravisht Sight to see
Such Order from Confusion sprung,
Such gaudy Tulips rais'd from Dung.

[Human Snorenado]

When I was managing a music store back in Atlanta (back when there were such things) we had an unfortunate policy where we let customers use the restroom.  Since our store was kind of downtown (Ansley area as a frame of reference for sd, intersection of Piedmont and Monroe) I was really against this policy, knowing that our "clientele" included various urban outdoorsmen that would kill time listening to music in our air conditioned store, occasionally stealing or being crazy or just generally making my store smell like homeless person.  I threatened my boss- as soon as someone did something disgusting in the bathroom, the customers no longer would be able to use it and the boss would have to drive down to clean it up.

So of course one day this nasty homeless woman goes in there for a good half hour, then after finishing promptly leaves the store.  A little while later one of my employees goes in there and almost barfs.  This woman had smeared shit ALL OVER THE WALLS.  And the door handle on the inside.  Just about everywhere, really.  That place stank like hell.  I sprayed an entire can of air freshener in there and called the boss, who as luck would have it was on the way to the store for a visit.  I neglected to mention the bathroom to him until he showed up, when I handed him some gloves, bleach spray, paper towels and a trash bag and told him that customers were no longer allowed to use the shitter.  He cleaned the place up without complaining, but when he was done he wrote me up for "being a dick" and made me take him to a strip club that night. 

[xnikki118x]

Like everyone else said, it's for tampons/pads. Most women wrap those in toilet paper before they throw them into those bins of course.

[Yeti]

What's the deal with a couch being in a women's restroom? I've seen couches in several women's restrooms.

[CajoleJuice]

I once worked as a substitute janitor. The girls' and womens' bathrooms were ALWAYS 10x more disgusting.

I once found a log in the toilet the size of my fucking forearm.

[Pharmacy]

i never understood how those bins work

do women go in, replace their tampon, then wrap the old one up in toilet paper then put it in the bin when theres other people therE? cos that is fucken weird

[Pharmacy]

i never understood how those bins work

do women go in, replace their tampon, then wrap the old one up in toilet paper then put it in the bin when theres other people therE? cos that is fucken weird

yes?  nothing weird about it.

i just think the whole idea of pulling out a bloody stick then wrapping it up and putting it in a bin letting everyone know you're on your period is kinda weird

shit, i only figured out how a tampon is inserted using that plastic dealy 5 minutes ago when i was watching superhero movie

[Narag]

Given they're covered, no one will ever know unless someone else is on her period and doing the same thing or you're a curious Bildi.

[Pharmacy]

periods are cockblockers down with periods

[MyNameIsMethodis]

For others it's a cock lube

[muckhole]

I'm so sorry.

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[Bildi]

Awesome muckhole.

periods are cockblockers down with periods

And the cruelest irony is that girls are often at their horniest during them. 

There's always the butt-butt though.