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Originally Posted by Willravel
They're creepy.
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Seriously annoying. I hate having an over-obsequious over-dressed towel pimp bother me when I enter, watch me while I piss/whatever, and then leap all over me as I try to access a sink amidst a phalanx of toiletries crap I would never use. "Soap, sir?" And then the whipping out of a towel or tearing off of a strip of paper towel and stepping in front of me before I can get some myself. Just fuck off, dude. Seriously.
I have also seen them in dingy trailers at weekend "fairs" where knock-off goods were sold from folding tables, and in smelly little restrooms in Chinatown where they hand you a metered strip of paper and that is the only towel in town. The thought that this is the only way these guys make coin is both sad and a bit creepy. It actually spoils things for me for a while. A john is not a place I want to be propositioned.
At least they don't offer oral sex. Then again, I never have seen an attendant when it was a really slow day . . .