Without Consent
I was in Coco Blue, a coffee shop in Arlington Heights.
I went into the restroom to do my business, as we all have to do from time to time. Before I could finish, it came at me—water spouts firing from all different directions down under.
I thought maybe they had installed one of those fancy Japanese toilets with the electronic bidets.
Who would have thought that something like that could happen in the privacy of a bathroom stall?
It’s no right. Not in my America.
I've been taking an ongoing poll about automatically-flushing-toilets, and so far no one is in favor. It isn't right to have your business flushed away before you're done with it. Not to mention the splattering of toilet water upon one's nether regions that occurs.
So a free shower! My goodness!