no, no, no, not (so far as i am aware) that kind of incident, look you see. i have every confidence that my chum Spiros really enjoys the short term, mutually beneficial friendships what he strikes up with like minded men in general public restroom facilities but such isn't really my sort of thing. what i write of here, and indeed present images of, is an incident that i did not witness but can only wonder of.
so, i was, i think, in a place called Marlborough. you would think that i would really (really) like such, going on how the spelling is close to Marlboro. for the most part it was all right, i suppose. people living there tend to be a bit full of themselves, and slightly @r5sey with one when one points out they are essentially a suburb of Swindon, and not some rather posh, exquisite province in its own right.
as is (or would be) so often the case when i am on my travels, when in this place i felt a compelling need to visit a bathroom. i found, with the help of an associate, a suitable place where one, for a somewhat nominal and as it turned out optional fee, could do just that.
quite a peculiar set up at public restroom facilities found, in truth. from what i could ascertain, or otherwise work out, one was required to pay a fee of 20p (or if you will a fifth of £1) if they wished to make use of the lavatory with the door locked. i did not think to try such, but it appeared that if one was happy to do as they will in there without a locked door, no coin(s) needed to be placed in the machine. oh. well, i opted for some privacy.
let me refrain from speaking (or rather writing) of the specifics of what went on in there. the interest here was rather the sign what i saw as i stood there, generally doing my business (so to speak). it was one of those moments where i had to do a sort of double take, to check that what i believed i was reading was actually written there. indeed it was, as you can see in the above image, presented in the greater good and glory of Commodore 64 mode. and somewhat clearer below.
where does one begin with this? most of the sign makes great sense, with the good people of Marlborough having no wish for their sewage system to become blocked like it is in that there London place. but, then, priority is given to (politely) requesting that people refrain from flushing tea bags down the toilet? taking as a given that tea bags are not some sort of euphemism in areas of Swindon, exactly how many people were engaging in the practice of flushing tea bags down the toilets to prompt or otherwise warrant this sign? and, frankly, why? i saw no facilities there to make a cup of tea, so i am assuming people were taking boxes of tea bags in and flushing away?
indeed yes, i am aware of the (rather) clumsy if not poor phrase or sentence structure there, for it suggests that tea bags are regarded as "sanitary disposables". maybe they are there. weird.
unfortunately i don't believe there's much in the way of other observations to add. at the least not from my side of this screen what you are looking at. do feel free to ponder on the above information, making of it what you will.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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