ARKANSAS
BY
Richard Mason
What’s a Woman Doing in My Restroom?
Actually, I thought at first I was in the wrong
restroom, because there was a woman washing her hands at the lavatory. But then
a man came out from one of the stalls and headed for the lavatories, and in
seconds there were men and women standing there washing their hands while others
entered the stalls. Yes, that was restroom wake-up for me. So here’s my take on
the restroom controversy here in the USA.
Restroom use seems to be the question of the moment,
and states such as North Carolina have taken it upon themselves to try and
direct restroom traffic. Yes, that’s right, and as the squeeze of dollars keeps
hitting, them they will probable cave in and open those restroom doors to
transgender folks. But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Let me back up and give you the whole story about
having women in my restroom. My wife and I were on vacation heading for Dijon,
France, and we landed in Geneva, Switzerland where we would catch a train to
Dijon. We walked through Swiss immigration and customs---which took about two
minutes and then into the main airport terminal. I had been needing to take a
restroom break ever since we landed, so I began to check for restroom signs.
Well, the Swiss have plenty of signage and clocks, and sure enough a series of
arrows pointed toward the restrooms. I picked up the pace, looked back at my
wife, and said, “I’m going to stop in the restroom before we get a taxi.” She
nodded and I hurried on to the area where I could see the very obvious man and
woman signage over a door. I stepped inside expecting to find a hallway to
another entrance, which naturally would be to the men’s room and another to the
women’s restroom. After about three steps into the room, I was sure I was in
the women’s restroom because a women was washing her hands at one of the
lavatories, and I turned to leave just as a man came out of one of the stalls. What? What? What? Flashed through my
brain.
This is how the Swiss restroom area in the Geneva
airport was set up: it was a fair sized room with about a half dozen wash
basins on one side of the room and about the same number of stalls on the other
side of the room. The stalls had doors, which you easily lock after you
entered. It was that simple. After a few seconds I figure it out, stepped in
one of the stalls, locked the door, and used the facility. As I finished my
restroom break, the room filled with men, women, and children. Several planes
had just landed, and it was a wait-in-line to use the restroom. Did anyone get
upset? Did anyone worry about children being in the same restroom with men or
women or who knows, transgender? No, not in the least, and it seemed to me the
Swiss are showing us how to solve our restroom phobia. Simple, efficient Swiss ingenuity
is what flashed through my mind, and I wondered why we didn’t copy something
that would solve any restroom problems you could imagine, and save millions of
dollars in doing duplication restrooms? For
gosh sakes, folks, after seeing what people are wearing to the mall going to
the restroom together is nothing.
But my restroom experience didn’t stop with Geneva.
The next day we headed to Dijon, and in various train stations, I ran into
another restroom problem. The French, in most train and airport stations charge
to use the restrooms. They are separate and the price changes if you want to do
# 1 or # 2. There is an attendant on duty to mainly make change, and the
restrooms are separate. That my friend is a step backward in restroom design.
Seventy cents to use the bathroom, even if it’s just to do # 1? I know other
countries do the same thing in airports, but that’s exactly the wrong way to
handle the restroom problem.
After Dijon it was on to London, and after standing in
a two hour to get through immigration (the Brits are frantic that thousands of refugees
are going to flood into the country and they put everyone through the
slow---“You’re not getting in this country if you are from _______fill in the blank.)
Well, the Brits have free restrooms for the most part, and the airport ones
were about what you would find in the USA. However, in London, right off
Trafalgar Square, I saw a circular kiosk and it had a stall like portal about
every two feet where a man could stand on the sidewalk and get up close to the
stall and urinate. No, I didn’t try it out, because I really don’t think I
could have managed with hundreds of people passing.
Well, so much for the restroom problem. No, I don’t
like the going on the sidewalk in London, or paying to pee in France, but the
Swiss one restroom for all, seems a perfect fit for any county.
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