My last encounter with a bathroom attendant was at a bar in South Beach, and he got pissed at me for taking a ****. It was defintely one of those places where you'd rather not do it but my stomach hurt, the hotel was a cab ride away, and I wasn't ready to stop drinking yet. So I thought I could shoot one out pretty quickly with little to no damage but when I opened the stall door to make a quick getaway, not one but two white eyed attendants are glaring at me while spraying Lysol. One shoves some paper towels in my hand before I even had a chance to wash them and says that I should have flushed more quickly. I pointed at the toilet which had a touchless flushing sensor and asked him how the hell was I supposed to do that? Drop one off, jump up off the toilet and dance around so it could flush, and then sit back down to clean up? He told me to leave. I went back to our table and I was going to tell my wife that it was time to go, but then one badass magician came to our table so we decided to stay awhile.
