
Charmin bathroom in Times Square
As a child, my brother was fascinated with bathrooms. Anytime we were in a new place (restaurant, neighbor’s house, 7-11) he’d tell us he had to “go potty” even if he has just used it at the last location about 5 minutes ago. This was, to my dad who had to accompany him, a pain in the you-know-what, but as he grew older and was able to take bathroom breaks on his own, he would disappear more and more. (more…)


