Am I really here?
A quick guide to how to couple existentialism and public restrooms.
Here's the deal - I had some classes today, and afterwards I was walking through the city to the busstation, when I suddenly noticed that I had to go to the bathroom. No big deal; one of the advantages of Utrecht are the clean and well-kept public restrooms. You pay dearly for it (50 cents), but at least you're a) not sitting/standing in someone else's feces, and b) not gonna have to wrestle a junk for a paper towel. That's gotta count for something, right?
I pop in my 50 cents, and those nifty little doors slide open with a swoosh. I do the deed, wash my hands, and turn to leave. As I approach the sliding doors I notice that nothing is happening. I come closer - still nothing. Closer - nothing. These doors are obviously not opening. So I step back, and turn around to get someone to open them for me, when someone shoulders past me, walks up to those same doors, and the friggin' things open!
Ok, my mistake then, I must have done something wrong. But when I try again, they still don't open; it took someone else to actually get them to move - according to these fiendish sliding doors, I simply don't exist!
So now I'm wondering if I'm just a figment of my own imagination. And if so, what the hell are you?!
Cheers
Here's the deal - I had some classes today, and afterwards I was walking through the city to the busstation, when I suddenly noticed that I had to go to the bathroom. No big deal; one of the advantages of Utrecht are the clean and well-kept public restrooms. You pay dearly for it (50 cents), but at least you're a) not sitting/standing in someone else's feces, and b) not gonna have to wrestle a junk for a paper towel. That's gotta count for something, right?
I pop in my 50 cents, and those nifty little doors slide open with a swoosh. I do the deed, wash my hands, and turn to leave. As I approach the sliding doors I notice that nothing is happening. I come closer - still nothing. Closer - nothing. These doors are obviously not opening. So I step back, and turn around to get someone to open them for me, when someone shoulders past me, walks up to those same doors, and the friggin' things open!
Ok, my mistake then, I must have done something wrong. But when I try again, they still don't open; it took someone else to actually get them to move - according to these fiendish sliding doors, I simply don't exist!
So now I'm wondering if I'm just a figment of my own imagination. And if so, what the hell are you?!
Cheers
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he's just a little guy!
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What on Earth does that mean?!
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you are too small to trip the detector in which opens the door.
what comment did you remove? did you say something evil about me? *tearforming*
dude never mind...i shouldn't be commenting! i'm stupid! I thought you wrote the comment you removed...my bad. i'm finished now. byebye
Thank you for those lovely insights, miss Dominique.
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It's like the automatic flush. It took me a few uses to realize that I didn't have to wave my hand across the detector; I could press the button. Yes. A button.
And wow, you guys pay for restroom usage? Strange place. But if they offer cleanliness, I'm all for it.
So, the someone who helped open the door?? This is the door of the restroom or of the stall? ..Hey, you can never assume.
By the way, bus station is one word? busstation?
Yes, we pay; no, not the stall; and yes, it's 'bus station', you smartarse.
Or is that smart arse?
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