Firstly, you don't have to panic when in the ladies room in Charlotte airport, and there is nowhere to put your toilet paper. After initial crisis, you remember that you're allowed to throw it down the toilet.
Don't panic when in the ladies room at Gatwick airport and you cannot find the flush... if you move far enough away from the porcelain, it flushes automatically (and frightens the heebygeebys out of you).
Don't panic when in the ladies room in Eastbourne shopping centre and you cannot find how to turn on the tap - it turns itself on automatically if you tap dance in front of it.
As does the handryer thingy on the wall. Even if you only walk past it - thus, once again, scaring the heebygeebys out of you.
I remember the good old days when I was a lass....everything was manual.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Potty trained?
Posted by Cindy the Conquerer at 4:12 AM
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You are so not right in the head, love to you both from warm and sunny Belize.
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