Some oversights seem plausible. We THOUGHT there were WMD's in Iraq. At the time OJ seemed possibly innocent (that's a stretch) etc.. but this one is just killing me. Bathroom doors without locks. There is absolutely nothing that I am doing behind a shut bathroom door that isn't going to be seriously awkward, or at least a health code violation to share. There are few things as unsettling as realizing you are going to have to conduct your business at the porcelain altar in a strange and unfamiliar commode salon. Then to make the situation all the more dire one discovers some 1950s door paper thin and unable to keep out a stiff breeze let alone a would be potty partner. I realize times have changed but was this seriously never an issue 50 years ago? Were times so proper that one would send an advance telegram or a greeting shout to warn any possible occupants? I'm sorry but if you have eaten that certain special six cheese, pinto bean, guacamole, wild mushroom, asparagus bisque, mango chutney, long grain rice, cool ranch omelet you can approach the disposary with a certain haste. It is no more pleasant to discover a fellow parishioner of the porcelain than it is to be discovered. Let us all band together to rid the land of this unfortunate get-to-know you opportunity.
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my cottage cheese, linguini, mayo, cocoa puffs omelet blows yours right out of the water. just admit it.
Hmm? I wonder...if nobody fed you, then why would you have the need for any restroom?
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