I Know I'm in France When...
I know I'm in France when I walk down the stairs at Marty's research institute and look directly at the back of one of the scientists having a pee. Yes, there are doors on the bathrooms, but they don't appear to ever be used. Marty told me he actually feels awkward closing the door because no one else does.
posted by Nancy at 11:16 AM
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Speaking of bathrooms, a few years back in Paris there were port-a-potty type buildings on the street. A person in need would put a frank in the slot of the locked facility, enter, do his or her business and close the door on the way out. That's when things got interesting. You'd hear whirring and sloshing. People like me who wondered what in the world was going on, would dish out another frank to check it out. We'd find a very nice, sanitized facility waiting for the next user. I always thought this was a great idea for use in big cities where it's hard to find a clean restroom. I understand that NYC tried them out. They were removed when organizations representing handicapped people put up a big fight, even with the promise of special handicap-friendly facilities. Maybe some readers of this can enlighten me on whether my recollection is correct or not.
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