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This doesn’t seem well planned…
8 AprIn the O’Hare airport bathroom this week I encountered this sign:
Does anything about this strike you as odd?
How about the fact that it’s written in braille? Now, I might not be visually impaired, but I think it’s safe to assume that a blind person isn’t going to walk into a public restroom stall and start running her hands over every surface, looking for a plaque that tells her how the toilet works.
Once I processed that image, I thought about the alternative: imagine the poor person who comes in and blindly sits on this toilet without knowing the odd mechanics involved with this toilet seat.
First, it feels like it’s lined with plastic baggies.
Second, it’s quite likely that it will start moving while the person is sitting on it, since it’s triggered by a motion sensor.
I’m pretty sure that’s the kind of experience psychologists are talking about when they use phrases like “emotionally scarred.”
Now that’ve had a chance to think through it, I hope that the braille on that sign isn’t simply repeating the printed instructions that people can see. Instead, when the toilet seat rotates a seated blind person around it and she sticks out her hands for balance and finds this sign, I hope it says: You might be disoriented, but at least you’re not sitting in someone else’s pee.
Or maybe even: Carnival ride is over. Please dismount and deposit a nickel in the bin on your right.
Kind of like dueling banjos… but a bit less melodic.
30 JanMy friend Krista was in town this weekend, so last night a group of us headed to an Indian restaurant for dinner together. Because I have a bladder the approximate size of a golf ball, as soon as we arrived, I cruised to the bathroom.
There were two (one for the men, one for the ladies) but they were of the single room variety, where you lock the door behind you rather than seal yourself into a stall.
So imagine my surprise when – after locking the door – I found myself facing THIS arrangement:
I’ve seen some crazy bathrooms in my day (one word: Italy) but this was by far the most thought provoking.
Photo: You don’t say?
4 SepFrankly, I’m glad they told me. Because otherwise, I would’ve spent hours playing with it and wondering why I wasn’t having any fun…
Better Homes & (Sound) Garden. In a way.
8 Aug
BEFORE. Blah.
This isn’t very pithy. But I’m a sucker for before and after photos, so here are two from my new place. Disclaimer: the after really isn’t an after yet, because I still have that God-Awful blue wall. I’ll paint the place in the next 30 days with warm colors that actually play well with the warm color scheme. Brace yourselves for a poppy-colored fireplace wall. You’ve been warned.
AFTER - well, except for changing the paint colors. That still needs to happen.
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