Boyle wrote:I've done dishes in a bathtub before. The regular sink was clogged with a lot of Thanksgiving stuff.

This might explain a thing or two

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATjMxH3-e4Y

Weaver wrote:Never heard water closet or W.C. here.

Here it's a) a dated term for the bathroom (you rarely if ever hear it used in this context) or b) refers specifically to a toilet room in old homes and hotels where the toilet is in a separate room from the sink and tub.

One of the hostels I stayed in in San Francisco was an old hotel as most hostels seem to be which had water closets and shower rooms on every floor. It means people taking showers don't prevent anyone else from using the toilet. Anyways, in the water closets, so you didn't have to run to another room to wash your hands, little sinks had been installed on the top of the toilet tanks. The clean water you washed your hands then filled the tank and was used for the flush. Space- and water-saving!

I know what bidets are, but I don't recall ever seeing one in person. Since they've been brought up - do they regularly come furnished with towels to dry off after use? Or is one expected to blot up the remaining water with toilet paper (doesn't seem likely, given how it tends to disintegrate when wet)?

Bidets have air dryers built in. If not, pat dry with toilet paper.

If there's a towel rack with a small towel on it next to a bidet, IT'S FOR YOUR HANDS! Don't use it on your butt.

I'd heard of bidets long long before ever seeing one. When I went to Brasil and Peru, the hotels had them, I don't think I even tried to use one. The Japaneses have all kinds of high-tech, nearly robotic thingies I've heard about. Many years ago in another life, the company I was working sent some of us to a meeting at a big Northrup facility [no], when I had to make use of their facilities [yes], where I found something like one of these in the middle of the place.

I had no idea what it was and was leaning towards it being a urinal, but not knowing for sure, I went another way. Later I found out those are common hand washing stations in industrial locations. I came so close...

crank wrote:I'd heard of bidets long long before ever seeing one. When I went to Brasil and Peru, the hotels had them, I don't think I even tried to use one. The Japaneses have all kinds of high-tech, nearly robotic thingies I've heard about. Many years ago in another life, the company I was working sent some of us to a meeting at a big Northrup facility [no], when I had to make use of their facilities [yes], where I found something like one of these in the middle of the place.

I had no idea what it was and was leaning towards it being a urinal, but not knowing for sure, I went another way. Later I found out those are common hand washing stations in industrial locations. I came so close...

The high school I went to had one of those in the boys bathroom/toilet/whatever other word you, the reader prefers for a place where one defecates, urinates, uses a sink, gets a blowjob, snorts cocaine, rolls a joint, etc.
(It was broken all 4 years that I attended.)

At rock concerts in Houston in the late 70's, if you wanted to piss, you had to use a sink, or trash can, the stalls were always full of snorters of whatever variety.

If you want fancy, Japan is where it's at.

There are space toilets that double as bidets, preventing the necessity of pesky toilet paper.

But how does one resolve their aversion to toilet paper when they're out and about, I wonder?

Keep it in until they get home?

After a particularly wild session riding the porcelain, I did inform my workmates that I had just deposited King Kong's pinkie. It was standing proud of the water like Titanic in its dying moments. Fucker did not go down as fast, though. It was easily a three flusher.

Welcome to vegetarianism.

When I was 18 I went round to my new girlfriends house to meet her mother. Nice woman but quite posh and house proud. She had just that month had a downstairs toilet installed. This was a BIG THING for her. About half an hour in, I needed to use the little boys room, she shot out of her chair and INSISTED I use the new instillation.
Well I have been in bigger toilets on aircraft. I have been in bigger toilets on coaches, come to think of it.
So, there I am, two doors and a hall (cross-wise) separating us and I dump a catering pack of Nutella in the bowl.
Fucking mortified does not cover it.
I have NO idea where this came from, It seemed regularly firm when I got the need to go. So, there I am looking at -
A) A brown holocaust.
B) A realisation that, in reality, I need a team of guys in Haz-Mat suits to clean this up.
C) Jenny is not going to shag me when this is discovered.
The thing is, you must decide at this point, what to do. You might get away with 2 flushes, 3 at a push, but any more and minimum, you are going to get strange looks. Secondly, what is the paper situation. Only half a roll and you might as well go back and say you have just turned the new smallest room into a Somme latrine. Luckily there was a stash of spare rolls under the sink. Thirdly time. How long before the inevitable "Are you all right in there?".
In 4 minutes I did the work 3 people would do in a quarter of an hour. It was as good as I could do. I returned to the front room and made sure I was out of there in 10 minutes.
I saw Jenny another few times but somehow, it was never the same.

Thanks DougC, I'm sure we all feel quite enlightened after your last two posts. Maybe a tad too enlightened. I'll have to go watch this video now in an attempt to limit the damage.

If that were the nearest toilet available, why wouldn't you just use an alley?

It's hard to dive into an alley.

Would have been easier to find the suppositories.

He's a drug addict with explosive diarrhea, he might not be thinking all that clearly.

So you're saying he's a loonatic?

crank wrote:So you're saying he's a loonatic?

Loonaddict

No, that's where you keep your crazy aunt.