Speaking of flying...The last time I was on a long enough flight to need to use a restroom was eighteen years ago. While in route to Chicago, I had to use the restroom. After standing in line behind seven other people, I used the restroom then proceeded to panic when the door didn’t open the way my mind thought it should. Duh! Read the little PULL sign.
Who knew that a toilet could have an automatic seat cover? When I first walked into the stall at the Chicago O’Hare women’s restroom, I thought it was out or order. There was a clear plastic shower cap looking cover on the seat. But after inspecting the digital signage on the back of the toilet I realized it was a seat cover and after doing my business, I pressed the button and “zip” the plastic was sucked in one side, leaving a new cover on the seat.
Stay tuned throughout the weekend for more of my "Big City" learnin'.