So, I was in Bendigo
We parked in the car park near Coles (yes, I was lucky
enough to actually score a car park there at 12.30 in the afternoon – miracle),
and I needed to go to the toilet.
Iris waddled off to the bench seat in front of Coles to
wait for me, as I ventured to the public toilets nearby.
So, I’m sitting there seriously regretting the Tony
Ferguson Yoghurt Berry Snack Bar I had eaten for morning tea, which just
quietly, should have been labelled ‘laxative’, when a woman came into the stall
next to me.
‘My God…’ she said.
‘The public toilets in Bendigo
‘You’re not wrong.’ I muttered, looking around at the
scratched, graffiti covered walls and broken tiles of my own cubicle. Apparently, Kate loves someone and some other
chick puts out… ‘These toilets were so
nice when they were built…’
‘And those other stupid space aged things…’
‘The one’s in the mall?’
‘Yes. They’re all
modern and wonderful, but filthy…’
‘You know, it took me two years to figure out that they
were actually toilets?’
‘Same here!’ she laughed.
‘There’s nothing on them saying they’re toilets.’
‘Plus, the space they take up, they could have put like
four cubicles in them.’
‘Yeah!’
‘Why did they pull the wisteria trestles down in the
mall? They were so beautiful…’
‘Weren’t they?’ she sighed, and I could hear her pulling
on the toilet paper. ‘This toilet paper
is shit house.’
‘I call it rice paper.’
‘Ha! Good name! Dissolves
when it comes into contact with water…’ she flushed.
Thank you, I thought to myself, feeling a little
vindicated.
Her cubicle door banged, and she said ‘Even these sinks
are terrible. I need some hand
sanitiser…’
‘I have some if you need?’
‘That would be awesome!’ I yanked my little bottle out of
my bag and slid it under the door. Of course
I would be able to do that, because of the 20 foot gap at the bottom of the fucken
door…
She used the hand sanitiser, and slid it back under. ‘Thank you for that. I feel cleaner already!’
‘No problem.’
‘You have a great day now!’ she chirped, and I could hear
her hurried steps leading her away.
‘You too love.’ I smiled, looking at my little bottle of
hand sanitiser, still regretting the snack bar…
Well, it would seem that my views on public toilets are
not unique.
I’m not alone after all…
Peace out.
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