Second solution: nanotechnology. Combined with the toilet seat in order to detect what some refer to as "droppings" this technology would then be linked to the stall door and a secure locking mechanism. This would automatically prohibit exit from the stall if some idiot decides he lacks the muscles to contain his piss until he is only halfway done unzipping his pants. No clean-up or thoughtful aiming...no exit. I wouldn't be opposed to having to ask the janitor or another restroom occupant to unlock the door from the outside. Embarrassment is the quickest teacher.
Pee III
Second Opinion: It is not only women who are vexed by the shamelessness of men (neigh, boys) these days, so I have a few thoughts on the matter. One is a sociological abstract behind the roots of this issue; The modern man is trapped within his own world. He works in a small office, eats from a small paper bag from a drive-up window because he naturally lacks the culinary skill to deep-fry something at home, and can't act himself because these days there is too much pressure to not exhibit the natural characteristics of manhood. It is no longer proper to objectify women, he must hold it in. He can no longer piss in the street, the woods were all cut down due to increased paper use because women demanded entrance into the workplace. The modern man is forced to betray his carnal instincts everywhere he turns and thus when faced with time alone in the stall, his subconscious mind explodes in contempt for this overtly feministicationalcentric world in which he is trapped. The result of which spurts, sputters, and flows forward in unrestricted and uncaring warmth anywhere but where his condemned mind is aiming. Sometimes I have hit the ceiling.
Pee III
Recently I said enough is enough, and stood up against this ridiculous seat shooting when I witnessed it firsthand. He was shameless, door open and everything. I didn't stare but didn't have to in order to glimpse that he was clearly looking straight ahead and slightly up and was standing about a foot to the right of the the center of the bowl. Enough is enough. "what the shit are you thinking man! Even if you clean that up people will still have to sit on it!", deep breath and then I launched into a terrifying slew of vocabulary I learned from prison. Clearly terrified, because I often sound like a gigantic uneducated and crazed bully (Mike Tyson esk), he mumbled something about how sorry he was, how this and that, and how he couldn't help it...blah blah....that he was blind. At which point I noticed that during this episode he was trying to find his guiding stick that had fallen into the corner. I was apologizing as he was shaking and saying he was so embarrassed while we walked out the door of the building, at which point he said, "enough is enough" and jumped in front of a bus and splattered.
I felt like shit that evening, and you should to! Don't kill blind people by being mad about wet toilet seats. They are the ones that pee on the seats I learned. I mean how could I have thought it was just due to disrespect and laziness from my fellow man. It is only blind people, and we need to cut them some slack. (or we could always build them their own bathrooms)(it wouldn't cost much electricity)