Having just arrived by way of the Municipal Services Building concourse, the City Toilet actually smelt good by comparison. I stuck my 25 cents into the slot, and the doors parted into a halogen heaven with a Moby soundtrack. The wall has a sign that says "WALL" on it, in case you'd forgotten. The floors are a little unstable, shifting when you walk on them, but perhaps this is a reminder that everything is self cleaning. But, there's plenty of room to move around in there, in case you have a friend. The toilet paper is not of the roll variety, but is rather akin to a box of Kleenex®. It's also a little harsh -- rougher than even Scott tissue® -- but not the worst I've seen. When you're done washing your hands (you DO wash your hands, don't you?), you step on the little "open door" button and voilà, you're finished and back out into the smiling (at you) public. In chronological order then . . . THE APPROACH THE SYLLABUS THE DESTINATION THE QUANDARY THE FAREWELL THE REFLECTION THE DENOUEMENT THE APPROVAL
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