men's room ritual of ridiculousness

Keep your eyes forward and no grunting whilst you piss please

I’m mystified every time I’m in a public men’s room. People wash their hands after using the urinal. I don’t quite get the logic.

Let’s look at the facts shall we? In a washroom with urinals, aside from opening a door, what do you touch? Belt. Top button. Zipper. Underpants. Wang.

When finished, things move in reverse: Wang. Underpants. Zipper.

Nothing here is dirty.

The wang part has only been in a pair of fresh, comforting cotton boxer briefs.

They are clean. The wang is essentially clean.

Oh sure, it has been exposed to the poo particles within the ecosystem of the gitch. But the toxic density of a few kilo tonnes of farts on a wang is marginal as far as I can imagine.

So the process of Belt. Top button. Zipper. Underpants. Wang. Reverse

That process is clean.

Or at least it is as far as I am concerned.

This leads to a slightly more disturbing question: If they’re so careful washing their hands after holding their wangs, what else did they get up to down there?