Bathrooms shouldn’t need manuals.<\/p>\n
If you want to shoot up, you want to fly through Chicago.\u00c2\u00a0 There the stalls
have ceiling to floor stainless steel doors.\u00c2\u00a0 God, you’re afraid you’re going
to asphyxiate there.\u00c2\u00a0 I’m used to about fifteen inches at the bottom, a few
feet at the top, in case I can’t figure out the locking mechanism and have to
crawl or jump OUT!\u00c2\u00a0 God, a kid locked in a stall in O’Hare would need the jaws of
life to escape.<\/p>\n
Not that a kid in O’Hare could figure out how to take a crap.\u00c2\u00a0 There must be
a law in California.\u00c2\u00a0 Requiring each stall to contain Jerry Ford football
helmets.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 You know, those thin pieces of paper that separate you from the cooties
of the world.\u00c2\u00a0 Actually, I didn’t used to use them as a kid, but now I’m a
regular customer, even though the MTV News said I wouldn’t get a disease from a
toilet seat.<\/p>\n
But in Chicago, the toilets are MECHANIZED!\u00c2\u00a0 Actually, you’ve got no choice.\u00c2\u00a0
There’s a thin layer of saran-wrap that covers each and every toilet seat.\u00c2\u00a0
The fact that it works at all is amazing.\u00c2\u00a0 One person does his business, the
little motor whirs, and the next user comes in to a PERFECTLY CLEAN SEAT!<\/p>\n
At least that’s the way it’s worked before.\u00c2\u00a0 When I’ve used this contraption
in the New York airport.\u00c2\u00a0 There’s some kind of electric eye or something,
which is triggered by your exit, the plastic moves ahead.\u00c2\u00a0 Well, it turns out in
CHICAGO you’ve got to push a button.\u00c2\u00a0 Oh, there’s a big sign, but it’s not like
I’ve never seen one of these before, and really, I’ve got to take a serious
shit.\u00c2\u00a0 So, I sit down on the toilet and it feels a bit, how shall I say this,
wet?\u00c2\u00a0 Oh, not drenched, jus a few sprinkles.\u00c2\u00a0 But I tell myself this is the
feeling of PLASTIC on my ass.\u00c2\u00a0 And convince myself I’m fine, that I’m dry as a
newborn baby’s ass.\u00c2\u00a0 Well, then again, maybe a newborn’s ass isn’t so dry, and
neither was mine.\u00c2\u00a0 You see the creep who was there before didn’t lift the seat,
he was using the toilet as a urinal, and now my precious little tushie was
going to be contaminated all the way to ENGLAND!<\/p>\n
I mean what are you supposed to do.\u00c2\u00a0 After you get up and see the sign off in
the corner telling you you’ve got to push a BUTTON to get the seat cover to
advance!<\/p>\n
And then there’s the U.K.\u00c2\u00a0 Where they must not have the obesity problem of
the U.S.\u00c2\u00a0 Because the toilets are SO small…\u00c2\u00a0 They’re LILLIPUTIAN!\u00c2\u00a0 Oh, they’re
round, they’re cute, but even a less than large person like myself feels
there’s not enough room for his bum.\u00c2\u00a0 I mean maybe it’s an optical illusion, but
really, you feel like when you sit down you might MISS!<\/p>\n
And don’t expect ANY seat covers.\u00c2\u00a0 Whether they be manual or automatic.\u00c2\u00a0
Actually, paper is rare in the U.K.\u00c2\u00a0 Oh, you can wipe your ass with stuff akin to
Brillo, but not only are there no seat covers, there are no paper towels,
seemingly ANYWHERE!<\/p>\n
But finally, I’m in my hotel room, here in Manchester.\u00c2\u00a0 And the toilet has
TWO BUTTONS!<\/p>\n
Oh, the bowl is just a little larger than U.K. standard, but still, I feel
cramped.\u00c2\u00a0 And then I get up and try to flush…and do I push the right button or
the left?<\/p>\n
And then there’s the sink.\u00c2\u00a0 With one of those joysticks.\u00c2\u00a0 Okay, it’s red to
the left and blue to the right, corresponding with hot and cold.\u00c2\u00a0 But, do you
move the blue SYMBOLS to the right for cold or do you move the HANDLE?\u00c2\u00a0 Yes,
it’s not like the SYMBOLS, actually, minimalist etchings, are stationary, they
move when you touch the joystick.\u00c2\u00a0 Sounds simple, I know.\u00c2\u00a0 But I bet there are
a lot of losers like me, who get scorched when all they want to do is rinse
their hands.<\/p>\n
But the piece de resistance is the shower.\u00c2\u00a0 Oh, there’s got to be a secret
sect of designers, followers of "Queer Eye" or something, who try to outdo
themselves in their design of shower apparatus.<\/p>\n
First there’s the question of whether you want a shower or a bath.<\/p>\n
I’m over five, and my girlfriend isn’t here, so I’m opting for a shower.\u00c2\u00a0
But, what’s the difference between the upper and lower handles?\u00c2\u00a0 Actually,
they’re not handles, they’re more like dildos.\u00c2\u00a0 Maybe the designer was a woman.\u00c2\u00a0
These two dildos are sticking out, which does what?<\/p>\n
Finally, after some investigation, almost needing my reading glasses to
decipher the code, I conclude that the upper dildo executives the shower\/bath
decision.\u00c2\u00a0 But, which way do you turn it?\u00c2\u00a0 And what in the hell is the little
button on top?\u00c2\u00a0 What purpose does THAT serve?<\/p>\n
I’m still flummoxed there.\u00c2\u00a0 But, once the water was shooting out of the
telephone-shaped device, I moved on to temperature, the lower dildo.<\/p>\n
Having learned form my experience with the sink, I decoded which direction
was hot and cold before I stepped under the stream.\u00c2\u00a0 But this dildo’s got a
button too, with numbers on\u00c2\u00a0 it.\u00c2\u00a0 Oh, when I twisted the pipe it got hotter and
colder, what in hell was the little flickerswitch on TOP for?<\/p>\n
And, you stepped UP into the tub.\u00c2\u00a0 Made me feel like Yao Ming.\u00c2\u00a0 I was peering
down at the tile of the bathroom floor getting vertigo, wondering how I’d get
out.\u00c2\u00a0 And the telephone shower head… the stream was hitting me in the
stomach.\u00c2\u00a0 Was this some kind of EU plot?<\/p>\n
Well, it turned out you could twist a ring and slide the shower head up a
pole.\u00c2\u00a0 So, it would be above you, like in America.\u00c2\u00a0 But my sense of elation soon
faded.\u00c2\u00a0 For, climbing up\u00c2\u00a0 my ankles was a pool of water.\u00c2\u00a0 How did I open the
drain?<\/p>\n
Oh, I got down on my hands and knees.\u00c2\u00a0 Turned the circular panel to the left
and right.<\/p>\n
No go, the water was still rising.\u00c2\u00a0 <\/p>\n
I wasn’t quite worried like those people in New Orleans, but the tide WAS
rising and I hadn’t done my business yet.<\/p>\n
Then I found the button on top.\u00c2\u00a0 Turns out, you could push it in.<\/p>\n
VOILA!<\/p>\n
Well, not really, after I rinsed my scalp of shampoo, I felt the water moving
up my calves.<\/p>\n
So I pulled the handle UP!<\/p>\n
And it came OUT!<\/p>\n
Finally, like a refugee, I escaped.\u00c2\u00a0 There’s almost a foot of water in the
tub, and since it’s on a level above the floor, I’m worried the levee’s going to
break.\u00c2\u00a0 I’m planning to hotfoot it out of here for some food.\u00c2\u00a0 Maybe the maid service will perform an exorcism.<\/p>\n
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