So, the other day, we took the smalls across the border to Buffalo to celebrate Mason’s 11th birthday. He loves going to Niagara Falls and checking out the Buffalo scene, so we made a day of it. At one of our last stops before heading back to our homeland, (Harbour Freight), I needed to use the facilities (that’s how a lady says I had to pee, I know this because I’m reading up on such things). So I left the smalls under the supervision of the disinterested looking store clerks (or possibly their father, how am I supposed to remember, I had to pee, remember?) and headed on to the back of the store where these facilities were hidden away.
And then, after locking the door, I did a quick scan for a place to hang up my coat (and to check for hidden cameras. Yes, it was that cruddy in there). My husband, when I showed him these pictures asked me why I’d need to hang up my coat (he tries to touch as few things as possible in these public situations). All became clear when I said “well, when you need to sit down…” Enough said. He is really NOT a fan of public bathrooms at the best of times. Being able to remain standing for the duration of his visit is likely what makes being there bearable. Anyway, I found the coat hooks here:
Finally, rational thought and sanity regained control of my mind and as I washed my hands and turned to dry them, that earlier ‘something screwy’ observation became really obvious.
Not wanting to juggle my coat and purse with wet hands (because I am an eff’ing classy and elegant lady thankyouverymuch) I tried out a few solutions, like:
Moral of this story? That although I hold no formal training in interior design, I do have enough common sense to pull off a better bathroom design that this:
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