Every afternoon, after the last bell to dismiss school for the day, the Custodian would dread going into the girl’s restroom used by all the High School Girls. Because he knew what to expect. There would be lipstick kisses all over the large mirrors. He had to take more time removing these lipstick kisses that any other chore.
Nothing seemed to work effectively. He had tried several detergents, both spraying these impressions, powders, and all the tools in his kit to remedy this problem. He had then complained to the principal and even the school superintendent. No one seemed to know the answer. Besides warning and chastising the girls, telling them how much time and effort they were causing, but they didn’t seem to care and kept on doing the same thing. Kissing the mirror with various shades of lipstick.
Finally, with a brainstorm, the principal called across town and talked to the principal of the predominantly black high school. He passed along this solution which he suggested to the custodian. The next school day, he had the custodian, and all the senior girls assemble in the girls’ restroom. He wants them all to hear and see the problem and wants to ask them for their cooperation.
At the beginning of his session with the senior girls, he explained just how hard Mr. Jones, the custodian had to work to remove the lipstick. He then said, “ Mr. Jones, would you demonstrate your procedure?” So, Mr. Jones goes and takes his squeegee mop, dips it into the nearest commode and commences to wipe down the mirror over the lavatories. He continues until he has covered the entire wall. Then he takes some dry towels to complete his cleaning process.
There was never another lipstick kiss on any of the girls’ Mirrors again. Just Sayin….RJS
Robert J Samples wrote:
Every afternoon, after the last bell to dismiss school for the day, the Custodian would dread going into the girl’s restroom used by all the High School Girls. Because he knew what to expect. There would be lipstick kisses all over the large mirrors. He had to take more time removing these lipstick kisses that any other chore.
Nothing seemed to work effectively. He had tried several detergents, both spraying these impressions, powders, and all the tools in his kit to remedy this problem. He had then complained to the principal and even the school superintendent. No one seemed to know the answer. Besides warning and chastising the girls, telling them how much time and effort they were causing, but they didn’t seem to care and kept on doing the same thing. Kissing the mirror with various shades of lipstick.
Finally, with a brainstorm, the principal called across town and talked to the principal of the predominantly black high school. He passed along this solution which he suggested to the custodian. The next school day, he had the custodian, and all the senior girls assemble in the girls’ restroom. He wants them all to hear and see the problem and wants to ask them for their cooperation.
At the beginning of his session with the senior girls, he explained just how hard Mr. Jones, the custodian had to work to remove the lipstick. He then said, “ Mr. Jones, would you demonstrate your procedure?” So, Mr. Jones goes and takes his squeegee mop, dips it into the nearest commode and commences to wipe down the mirror over the lavatories. He continues until he has covered the entire wall. Then he takes some dry towels to complete his cleaning process.
There was never another lipstick kiss on any of the girls’ toilets again. Just Sayin….RJS
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That should do it. Pretty resourceful janitorial crew. Or they could have used WD-40 as in BB’s post.
FourchonLa: You are absolutely right! No, Kissing the toilet was a method of getting one out of the Army during WW II. Thanks! Just Sayin...RJS
Robert J Samples wrote:
FourchonLa: You are absolutely right! No, Kissing the toilet was a method of getting one out of the Army during WW II. Thanks! Just Sayin...RJS
Thought so. I edited my post as well. You’re welcome.
What? Missed that.
I worked at a aluminum extruding plant most of my senior year in high school. Couple of the old timers there chewed and one was constantly borrowing chew from the other. So one night they were in the head together and B asked A if he could borrow some chew. So A takes a brand new plug out of his pocket, goes over to a urinal, breaks out the plug from its packaging and pees all over it. What are you doing? asks B. Oh, I always do that to a new plug. Problem solved.
wd4ity
Loc: Middle Georgia, Forsyth
When I was a teenager before I went into the Corps I worked at a gas station. My first job every morning was to clean the restrooms. I HATED cleaning the women's restroom. It was always a LOT nastier than the men's restroom. UGH!
wd4ity wrote:
When I was a teenager before I went into the Corps I worked at a gas station. My first job every morning was to clean the restrooms. I HATED cleaning the women's restroom. It was always a LOT nastier than the men's restroom. UGH!
TRUE THAT! In my college days, I worked at a state park. Mowed the grass, cleaned the rest rooms, did whatever needed to be done. The womens rest room was always a LOT more messed up than the mens - - and the graffiti was WAY WORSE!
In basic the drill Sargent told everyone with acne to put urine on their faces. Never saw anyone doing it. His joke?
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