A Brief PSA

Or should that be PeeSA? You decide...

Dear Fellow Travelers,

While I can appreciate that you may have concerns about the cleanliness of the toilet seats in the gas station loo;

And while I can appreciate that you may believe you could catch some terrible, life altering, hind-end disfiguring plague from the toilet seats in the State maintained, public, rest area bathroom;

And while I can appreciate the gymnastic abilities and contortive efforts it takes to use said pots without actually touching them to save yourself the an iota of fearful contact with the offending porcelain and press-board items within the WC;

Would you please be so kind, after you've finished your business in the secluded little chamber of horrors, as to wipe off anything you yourself may have left behind in an effort to be sanitary?

Some of us are not afraid of the biological battlefield that is a public restroom and would prefer to sit rather than hover, dance, balance on tip-toes and hope to hit the target. Some of us have arses of cast-iron and would like to rest comfortably on our thrones of choice, but we cannot because you have left your mark, your signature, your "Kilroy was here" in tiny little droplets of "Oh, good grief, why can't people clean up after themselves?" and we may, after all, draw the line at cleaning up after you and your filth.

Thank you, that is all.