“So I ask you,” says Jack to me the other day, “is there anyone who hasn’t had odd or peculiar experiences with bathrooms?”
“I’m not sure I have,” I replied, “but I have just experienced someone asking me an odd question about bathrooms. Could you perhaps expand a bit on your topic? What seemed odd or peculiar to you.”
“The first thing occurred when I was in a western style restaurant and when I went to use the bathroom, there were two but each with a different horse’s head in a small wooden plaque in the middle of the door. “
“How could you tell the difference between the men’s room and the women’s room by what you saw on the plaque?”
“I first tried to find some clue in the features of the two horses. Perhaps one had longer eyelashes. Perhaps one had a more flowing mane. One did not look any more fiery or aggressive than the other. They were both the same size. I thought that the woodcutter should have carved the horses from the back to give us a better clue.”
“Perhaps the bathrooms were co-ed.”
“Do you think I am a horse’s ass? Of course the thought finally hit me but I still had to decide which one to use. I opened each a crack and knew right away which one to use – the one on the left.”
“How did you know?”
“That was the one with the toilet seat up.”
“Very good sleuthing.”
“The next thing happened to me at a burger joint where I had to use the bathroom. The door was locked so I asked for a key at the front desk. There was no key I was told: the manager controlled the door from the front. So I went back to the door and after one or two yanks it opened. I was about to use the facilities when I heard the manager’s voice: ‘Good! You got in!’ This gave me pause. Did she hear me? Was she watching me? I scanned the room for microphones and cameras. Every device on the wall looked suspicious. This put a stop to my ablutions and I exited without doing the necessaries. I felt too embarrassed and nervous.”
“That is a bit odd, to hold conversations with your customers while they are in the bathroom. Too bad I’m not a lawyer. I feel a lawsuit in the making.”
“Well the last example was perhaps the most disconcerting because, in a way, it is very common. It was one of those bathrooms with motion detectors for everything.”
“Seems normal.”
“But the designers didn’t count on a klutz like me. I stepped away from the urinal and it flushed but I moved too close to the next one on my way to the sink and it also flushed. At the sink, I did the obligatory to get the soap and then moved to turn the water on to wash. Except the tap was too close to the soap dispenser and my hand kept crossing the line and dispenser kept dispensing – a kind of premature dispensation. When I waved my hand in front of the paper towel dispenser it spit out towels on the way up and the way down. I reached down to pick up the towel when a gentleman entered the room and bumped me all the way to the urinal which promptly flushed and splashed my face. This necessitated another wash with soap and hand drying with predictable results.”
“I think you would be better if they had optional manual sinks, urinals and towels. Not everyone can drive automatic.”