2/10/01: The Sixteenth Floor Ladies'
It is a very peculiar thing.
First off, there is a big step right as you come in, which seems determined to try to trip you either on entry or as you leave. But that's just the start.
The first stall from the left simply isn't flush capable. No amount of complaining will change this fact. The door on second stall from the left will not lock. This means it will not close, because there is no catch for the door but the lock. This safely eliminates the first two toilets.
I'll get to the the third from the left in a moment.
The fourth from the left, which is the first on the right, is very strange in that it seems to refill itself with extremely hot water. One might not notice this except that one's tender regions are sometimes quite close to the water and one can notice that there is heat coming up from it. Also, the handle is at a temperature that leads one to believe it recently came off the forge. Most strange, all this.
As for the third from the left, which has by default become my toilet of choice, it is very nearly free of problems except that I am always seeing feet under its door when there is no one in there. Really. I come in and I see feet under the door and think, "which toilet could I possibly use since the only good one is in use?" and then I look again and lo! no feet. I am not going so far as to say that the toilet stall is haunted; that would be too Harry-Potter-esque. I'm only saying that I see feet there, and then there aren't any. Make of that what you will.
I will also put this out there, that there is an air-freshener which periodically spits out a scented mist. The scent is fake apple. You know, the smell of Salon Selectives shampoo? Someone somewhere must have ordered a huge supply of, like, "orchard fresh" air freshener.
And if you found this musing unsettling, all I can say is, it's your own damn fault for reading it, when you knew what it was called. Silly.