Jo Vs. the Toilet
Way back around Thanksgiving time, I went on a trip to Dallas with Andrew's family. One night on our trip, we decided to leave our kids in the capable hands of baby-sitters (aka: the older grandkids), and we went out to eat with Andrew's siblings and their spouses. About halfway through the meal, I decided I needed to use the restroom.
I ventured into the bathroom and was happy to see they actually had toilet-seat covers. I took one out, took some time to place it properly on the seat, stood up to admire my work and unbutton my pants, and the automatic toilet decided to flush taking my newly-placed cover with it.
Dang it.
I grabbed another toilet seat cover determined to beat the system and actually sit down before it flushed. I placed the cover, stayed in a crouched position as I unbuttoned my pants, turned around quickly as I pulled my pants down and sat down as quickly as I could. I thought I had beat it! Unfortunately, right before I plopped my bare bottom on that sanitary seat cover, the toilet flushed yet again, and my bottom found a cold, unsanitary seat, instead.
At this point, all I could do was laugh because it was truly ridiculous the trouble I had gone through just to put a cover on. Technology in its efforts to make my world an easier place to live made it more difficult. Thankfully, there was no pee on the seat. Dodged that bullet.
I also just want to throw in here how much I hate automatic sinks. I wave my hands under them and nothing happens. I move my hands away, they turn on. I put them back under, they stop. It's a vicious cycle. What's wrong with handles, anyway? What does the world have against sink handles?
I do have to thank Dyson for coming up with the idea for the new hand dryers, though. I never have to wipe my hands on my pants when I use those. They're amazing.
Public restrooms. I use them often. Can you tell?
I ventured into the bathroom and was happy to see they actually had toilet-seat covers. I took one out, took some time to place it properly on the seat, stood up to admire my work and unbutton my pants, and the automatic toilet decided to flush taking my newly-placed cover with it.
Dang it.
I grabbed another toilet seat cover determined to beat the system and actually sit down before it flushed. I placed the cover, stayed in a crouched position as I unbuttoned my pants, turned around quickly as I pulled my pants down and sat down as quickly as I could. I thought I had beat it! Unfortunately, right before I plopped my bare bottom on that sanitary seat cover, the toilet flushed yet again, and my bottom found a cold, unsanitary seat, instead.
At this point, all I could do was laugh because it was truly ridiculous the trouble I had gone through just to put a cover on. Technology in its efforts to make my world an easier place to live made it more difficult. Thankfully, there was no pee on the seat. Dodged that bullet.
I also just want to throw in here how much I hate automatic sinks. I wave my hands under them and nothing happens. I move my hands away, they turn on. I put them back under, they stop. It's a vicious cycle. What's wrong with handles, anyway? What does the world have against sink handles?
I do have to thank Dyson for coming up with the idea for the new hand dryers, though. I never have to wipe my hands on my pants when I use those. They're amazing.
Public restrooms. I use them often. Can you tell?