Pet hate: train loos
Dear designers of train toilets, regardless of your nation,
How, after all these years, can it still escape your notice that trains move?
In two dimensions, true -- back and forth, side to side, but rarely up and down. Even so, they accelerate, brake, sway and jolt, sometimes fairly forcefully. This fact can barely have escaped you.
So why, oh why, do you monomaniacally persist in making toilets those lids topple and slam down at the slightest wobble of the vehicle that contains them?
It's bad enough having my nerves jarred by an unexpected BANG while washing my hands. But it's positively ridiculous that I should have to go about my daily business in a Yogic position to stop the bloody lid from hammering on my lumbar realms. Makes it hard to relax the ol' sphincter, you know what I mean?
You know what I'm doing to you if I ever catch you? I'm putting you on the Trans-Siberian Express with nothing to eat but prunes. That'll learn ya, yer fuckers.
How, after all these years, can it still escape your notice that trains move?
In two dimensions, true -- back and forth, side to side, but rarely up and down. Even so, they accelerate, brake, sway and jolt, sometimes fairly forcefully. This fact can barely have escaped you.
So why, oh why, do you monomaniacally persist in making toilets those lids topple and slam down at the slightest wobble of the vehicle that contains them?
It's bad enough having my nerves jarred by an unexpected BANG while washing my hands. But it's positively ridiculous that I should have to go about my daily business in a Yogic position to stop the bloody lid from hammering on my lumbar realms. Makes it hard to relax the ol' sphincter, you know what I mean?
You know what I'm doing to you if I ever catch you? I'm putting you on the Trans-Siberian Express with nothing to eat but prunes. That'll learn ya, yer fuckers.