Monday, June 22, 2009

Okinawa...the island is your urinal...

I mean, it must be! When we first moved here I knew that modesty was not at the forefront of a regular Easterner's mind. In a week and a half I'm driving along and on three separate occasions I see three men standing on the side of the road just...just... Well, let's just say there aren't a plethora of restrooms around here. Vending machines, yes. Bathrooms, no.

But why, when you have these...

...would you not answer nature's call at the nearest one? It's in McDonald's for heaven's *sake!

(*Sake - not to be confused with the aforementioned sake [sock aye] in previous blog.)

I mean, c'mon...heated seats? A button you can push to make a flushing sound when you're not even flushing. A bidet? A spray button? A VOLUME button? Why doesn't every household have one of these? Before we leave I'm going to ship a couple of these back for *posterity's sake.

*Posterity - not to be confused with "posterior". Could potentially be misleading.



1 comment:

Sara said...

Snakes and toilets...your blogs are way more interesting then mine. So far I can't even muster the energy to blog about Jillian's bad choice of men on The bachelorette.
want some funny reading go to stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com. (yes-3 F's in stuff) it's satire in the best way!