Traveling across America a lady learns something very fast. That the automatic flush toilets were designed by men. We go in the stall, some of us pre-paper the toilet seat, while others do the crouch. But by the time it is time for us to wipe, the toilet flushes on us splashing our naked backsides with toilet water.
I guess I should consider this my Christening across Route 66.
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