French toilets vs. English vs. American
My first trip to Paris and I was trying to avoid using the in-ground loos that you have to squat. It's not the easiest thing to do. I was quite relieved (literally) when visiting the concergerie where Marie Antoinette was held prior to her walk of shame. I thought for certain the loo would be ancient and crusty. I was plesantly surprised to find an elevated toilet, wood doors, real towels.

London, Harrod's. The holy grail of public toilets. Marble, full doors; you could live in there.

My office in San Francisco. The 6th floor toilets are shared by my office (Ticketmaster) and THEM... Cisco. I should call them PISCO cause those fuckers can't aim worth shit, from either orfice. If it's not pee splatter on the urinal partitions, it's a Jackson Pollock painting in the stall. The Cisco asswipes are also pigs, they talk on the cell while pissing, so whenever I (and others in my office) hear them chattering away, we make sure to flush repeatedly and often let out moans of misery. They also don't wash their hands. Doubtful any of their colleagues will see this, but Cisco is a global company so perhaps they'll think twice before giving them that firm handshake.
(Taffy Donut, Fri 2 Sep 2005, 18:02, Reply)