Other than fascinating bathrooms, I did not get to see too much, due to the fact that I was working, I had no car, and I was staying in an area where I was told by multiple people (including those from LA) that I should not wander around by myself at night. That said, on Wed., I got to see a bit of downtown, which struck me as sterile and boring, and a bit of Silverlake, which I loved. (We had dinner at this super yummy place there.) Friday night before I left, I had dinner with some people in the architecturally interesting Union Station, and also walked around in Little Tokyo for a bit before heading to the airport. My friend took me to an amazing Japanese roof garden at a hotel. I would actually love to back to LA sometime soon to spend more time in Silverlake and other neighborhoods, including the surrounding area. There is a home-based bunny museum run by some delightful-sounding nutjobs obsessed with all things rabbit in Pasadena. It’s a must for me. At any rate, I am glad to be home now. I got back at 8:30 this morning and crawling into bed felt great. I must take advantage of it, as next week I am off to Rome and Florence with Dr. P and Future Dr. H, which will be awesome. Last Saturday I purchased a very cool little guide to Florence, which consists of a bunch of fold out maps and quick blurbs about what there is to do, see, and eat in the area of the map. I knew this was the guide for me, as each map has a category for “Cafes, Ice Cream Parlors.” Clearly, the authors know what is important. I may need to pick up one of these for Rome…
Suzanne-
ReplyDeleteHow prescient that you should write about a crapper today. I've just had a horrid experience. I went to coffeshop with friend and had to wait to use the bathroom. It was in the basement, but we were on Boston's posh Charles Street, really. A strange noise came forth when I tried to yank the door open. Some old guy in a velvet blazer finally came out and smiled at me -um, yuck. Thanks to yoga, I managed to pee without completely sitting down. And how is one supposed to wash her hands following the filthy hands of a stranger all over the sink? And why was he smiling at me like that? Averting one's eyes is usually more appropriate at such moments, yes?
What is the actual protocol for such a situation, given the gender issue and the apparent fact that I was just outside waiting while he pooped?
A gross, but hilarious situation! I think he was supposed to be mortified that someone was out there while he dropped the s-bomb. For these situations, I recommend using those little bottles of hand sanitizer. Then no sink needs to be touched, and you can kill the germs on the doorknob.
ReplyDeleteI feel like the gutter version of Miss Manners - I love it!