Have you had a chance to notice the port-o-potties at the Gilbert
Hall
construction site?
The “Honey Bucket” brand? This has been bothering me for some time. Do
you
KNOW what
goes on in those? I mean… It’s just that… grody.
But while I’m on the topic, I’ve got another chip on my shoulder:
urinal
dividers. More
specifically, the lack of them in EMU bathrooms. As I have aged, I’ve
accepted
the occasional
need to be naked in the presence of other men and perchance catch an
accidental glimpse of
their junk. But I still have qualms with my junk and someone else’s
junk doing
their junk in
each other’s presences.
Most civil institutions provide dividers to allow some privacy. Or
at
least, they employ
the urinal model that can be shimmied up to enough to provide mild
shielding –
though that
does increaes splash risk. But the EMU has these low-mounted,
bull-frog-mouth
units where
I’m just, you know, out there. It’s cruel and outrageous.
What does this have to do with my life as a journalist? The news may
never
sleep, but it
still has to pee. And I have nothing better to do than think about
these
sophomoric things.
Mason out.