Are you a flusher?

Ok, this thought has come up a number of times in my head. It's gross, but so is a lot of things about real life so here goes.

Every once in a while, you go into a public restroom and find that the last visitor didn't fully flush. I think there is a division in the world here. Some people flush and go about their business, other are repulsed and move to the next, hopefully flushed seat. The question of the day is, are you a flusher or a leaver?

I think I'm mostly flusher, somewhat leaver. If it's the standard, slightly yellow water with a reasonably small amount of toilet paper, I'll usually flush -- especially if I'm actually in the stall when I notice it. After all, there must have been the rare occassion when I haven't pushed the handle all the way down and, while I went through the correct motions, but didn't get it everything through the pipes. I'm humble enough to admit that if it can happen to others, it's likely happened to me and I just didn't notice.

But then there's the occassional pot that I avoid because it doesn't look like the innocent "I accidentally didn't push the handle all the way down," it looks more like a trap. "Let's see who's sucker enough to flush and then try to avoid the horror when this beast of excrement overflows." I'm pretty sure most people leave those. Special thanks to those custodians or poor minimum-wage workers who graciously deal with these pots because really, they are scary.