Interesting Day
I'm back in Connecticut this week for a week and I've already seen things in this one day to make the whole week worthwhile.
I watched a pig stroll along the sidewalk on a residential block. I stepped over forty scoops of frozen goose dung but not a bird was in view. Looking out the window from one of the conference rooms I was working in I witnessed a submarine surface in the river.
In my hotel room I have to enter my bathroom sideways in order to fit through the door only to come upon a toilet where the seat is barely one foot above the floor. Also a bit odd, the toilet has a silent flush which compels you to examine the bowl frequently to be certain the silent flush is a flush indeed. Nonetheless; my Speakman screams (personal shower head that goes where I go) and makes mini tiny toilet woes disappear, I have Connecticut cold Mt. Dew in the van and I'm off to Outback tonight on the company's dollar.
Living large in a tiny world.
I watched a pig stroll along the sidewalk on a residential block. I stepped over forty scoops of frozen goose dung but not a bird was in view. Looking out the window from one of the conference rooms I was working in I witnessed a submarine surface in the river.
In my hotel room I have to enter my bathroom sideways in order to fit through the door only to come upon a toilet where the seat is barely one foot above the floor. Also a bit odd, the toilet has a silent flush which compels you to examine the bowl frequently to be certain the silent flush is a flush indeed. Nonetheless; my Speakman screams (personal shower head that goes where I go) and makes mini tiny toilet woes disappear, I have Connecticut cold Mt. Dew in the van and I'm off to Outback tonight on the company's dollar.
Living large in a tiny world.
posted by RJK at
5:21 PM
1 Comments:
I hate short toilets!
You know, I kinda go through life expecting a toilet to be a certain height. And my legs get accustomed to letting go of my body's weight and letting the seat take over once they're bent to a certain degree in angle. I hate when I think I'm there and then end up falling the last 3 or 4 inches. Not like it's a long ways to fall. It's just a little scary in a shocking kind of way. And it's especially embarrassing to scream like a girl and grab the stall walls in a public restroom, scaring my neighbors as well.
Not that I've had any experience with this sort of thing....
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