Wednesday, May 31, 2006

If Only My Lungs Were Self-Cleaning Too

I’ve pretty much caught the blog up to where I am now. Nothing terribly exciting has happened since my trip to Interlaken on Saturday. There was a tiny party in the lobby of my building last night where I met a bunch of chain smoking Europeans. Honestly, why does everyone here smoke? Last Friday for work, I attended a World Health Organization conference on the effects of secondhand smoke, so I inevitably spent the entire party thinking about all of the short and long-term effects the smoke was having on my body. One of the guys who was smoking asked me if I was from California and hated him for smoking. I said that I wasn’t from California, but that I did hate him (maintaining a smile to imply that I was kidding, even though, let’s be honest, at the moment he and his three friends were lighting up in a tiny confined space, I might have hated him a little bit).

There’s something I forgot to mention about my trip to Bern that I think everyone needs to know about – my trip to the bathroom. At the restaurant where we had lunch, the toilets had self-cleaning seats. After you flushed the toilet, a little sponge hand came out of the back and the seat spun around so that the sponge would clean the entire seat. Now, I’ve always been rather impressed by the spinning plastic covers on the toilets at O’Hare, but this was even more amazing. (More amazing because it seems less wasteful, but also because I’ve always been a little suspicious that the plastic on the O’Hare toilets isn’t really new with each spin, but rather that the contraption just spins around the same plastic ring all day.) I wasn’t able to find a link to the maker of the self-cleaning toilet seat, but some very odd person has a blog dedicated to toilets (Porcelain), and he/she (my guess would be a he) has a picture of a toilet that is similar, although not exactly the same as the one I used.

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