After reading some of the stories on Poopreport concerning favorite bathrooms and toilets, I felt inspired to write about my own. My favorite happens to be at work. This may confuse some people who no doubt will have visions of industrial-sized restrooms crammed with stalls and being frequented by large numbers of patrons. However, this is not the case. I am one of the lucky persons who have their own private bathroom haven at work. It is not due to my job position or anything like that, it’s just dumb luck concerning the office lay out.
The building I work in was constructed by the local government in the early 1950's. That being said, it was built to last, having concrete floors and thick brick walls. I'm willing to bet it may have been listed as a fallout shelter back in the day. My office was moved a few years ago into what used to be an old waiting room. Though the room had been somewhat converted for office space, it still contains an old bathroom and even a drinking fountain.
In the bathroom there are dark tiled walls, and the floor is finished concrete with some type of speckling throughout. The cool darkness inside makes one feel as if he is entering a cave. The fixtures are original to the building and include the sink, paper towel holder, and toilet. The toilet does not have a tank but rather a straight connection to the wall and what I call a "kick" handle. That term comes from elementary school where we kids would kick the flush valve handle jutting out from the piping behind the toilet rather than touch it with our hands. Needless to say, this toilet has excellent pressure. I have yet to make a deposit that it could not handle; that’s Fifties technology and know-how at its best.
The throne sits at just the right level and has a comfortable seat for those long leisurely movements. A small shelf built conveniently into the wall holds extra toilet paper and even
reading material if you so desire. After the deed is done you are rewarded by a strong flush that absolutely destroys anything in the bowl before sending it to a watery grave – there is no water conservation going on here. After washing my hands I get real paper towels from the old holder on the wall that also doubles as a mirror. There are none of those damned hand blower units to be seen. Everything is simple and has worked perfectly just as it did when the bathroom was built, including the old hydraulic door closer on the door.
To you reading this: understand that I am not knocking modern bathroom technology (except for those damned hand blower units). The self flushers and motion sensing equipment on sinks and towel units are great. I just find the older stuff more appealing for some reason, especially when it is in my own private second office.
