3.10.2013 11:00pm
The
venue for our performances is an old German beer hall called
(appropriately) the German Club. It has the most amazing toilet I've
ever seen, a giant silver trough dotted with metal
knobs that gush out water when you pull a metal chain attached to a
large white porcelain bowl at the center.
There is only a single drain
and the water running out of the knobs washes all the pee into it. Also
interesting is that the female and male toilets are right next to each
other and in between them is a large tiled room with chairs facing some
of the stalls (male, female, who knows what those are for). The chairs
in the bathroom are just normal black chairs. I still haven't
ascertained what they are for. . .
This post is another cheater, I must admit, I did not
bust doo here either. My pride as someone who can poo, doo, or bust in
any place and nearly anytime is beginning to wane, as it wasn't until my
return to the hotel that I actually did the deed.
It makes one wonder, is it a search for solace in a
strange land? Perhaps the strange situation of having my own room (nay,
ROOMS) after living with so many people in such close quarters for so
long that makes me wait until I am in private or at least a familiar
place?
Speaking of, my bathroom has two drains, one in the
shower and one in the middle of the floor. Everything is tiled, tiled,
tiled. I suppose it's in case the shower or the sink overflow. I've also
noticed that I can't tell the difference between the half-circle and
full-circle flushes. Perhaps I will learn.
Doo Down Buster,
Brian
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