L walked into the next one – turned around and said “There is no way that you will ever use this bathroom.” I thought she meant it was dirty, which is a show stopper for me, but oh no, that was not the case. This was one of those bathrooms where, it’s difficult to describe, there is no toilet. Instead it’s kind of like a shower stall with two foot imprints where you’re supposed to place your feet. I’m assuming to minimize splashing. If you can see my face as I cringe even thinking about it. I rank that form of outhouse right up there with going outside. Which I can still claim I have not done nor do I intend on availing myself of such an adventure, but back to the foot prints. Seriously how does that work? No don’t tell me. How on earth does the person using this thing NOT get soaked? Sure I can conceptualize it if you are in a skirt, but pants? Ok and not that I want anyone to tell me the answer to this next question but it needs to get out of my head. What happens if you have to do something more than pee? Really DO NOT tell me. I admit it if my life depended on it, going outside seems safer and easier than the whole footprint thingy.
Tomorrow I’ll share pics and things
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