Have you ever noticed that when you take a dog out to use the “outdoor bathroom” that the dog has to sniff and turn around 10 times and then decide another place is better? And sometimes decides it doesn’t smell good enough to pee so they refuse to go and then get hysterical when you reach the door – so you have to go back out again?
Just once I’d like to see a human walk around the house, sniffing the floor the walls, the curtains, and find their way to the toilet. Then there could be a sniffing crisis if the seat was up – or down. Walk around the bathroom with nose to the base of the toilet
“Hey! this isn’t clean enough!”
“I can smell bleach here!”
“What’s that blue stuff ?”
“To pee or not to pee, that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler to … “
Oh for Goddess sake, would you just go?
But no, hearing or deaf, sighted or blind, we humans simply bumble our way into the Water Closet, the Bathroom, the Lavatory, the Toilet – and we sit upon the throne and then leave. Perhaps we should make the same ritual out of it that dogs do. Imagine the lines at sporting events.