Mon Aug 29, 2005 6:17 pm
Er, because it's the English name for it.
Same reason we call Rome Rome, and not Roma.
And Hungary Hungary, instead of Magyaroság. Though I have probably spelled it wrong.
Same reason we call Rome Rome, and not Roma.
And Hungary Hungary, instead of Magyaroság. Though I have probably spelled it wrong.
Mon Aug 29, 2005 6:23 pm
Igg wrote:Er, because it's the English name for it.
Same reason we call Rome Rome, and not Roma.
And Hungary Hungary, instead of Magyaroság. Though I have probably spelled it wrong.
Point. Understood.
Firenze sounds cooler though.
Mon Aug 29, 2005 7:29 pm
Dunno... I've lived in Italy all my life and I've never seen a hole toilet in a restaurant 
let alone in Firenze. But I've been only 1 day in Firenze so...
Hehe, I was typing Florence by mistake
let alone in Firenze. But I've been only 1 day in Firenze so...
Hehe, I was typing Florence by mistake
Mon Aug 29, 2005 7:43 pm
Wind wrote:Dunno... I've lived in Italy all my life and I've never seen a hole toilet in a restaurant
Hehe, I was typing Florence by mistake
Then there's the other side of things.
Who ever said a restaurant?
Frankly I normally avoided seedy places in the middle of no where (like I do where I live anywhere), so I used pay toilets which to me were always clean... except when it couldn't be avoided.
Mon Aug 29, 2005 8:35 pm
See, I could never justify paying for the washrooms.
Maybe its just me, but I think its one of those inalienable rights that those kooky guys trapped in Guat-Mo keep whining about.
What happens if, in a purely hypthetical situation, someone just happens to be a shy peeer. pee-er. peer. urinator. (Kind of like some crappy action hero. The Urinator. "I'll Pee Back") What if the stars just aren't lining up and they can't go right now? Can they ask for their money back? Is it possible to get a refund? Maybe credit it for sometime in the future.
Also, I never saw one of these but my sister encountered a few. Its the wiper ladies who wipe the seats for people in between uses. See, I can see where the money is going and its understandable. I just want to know where these people go to get these jobs. Can you just leave your resumee in the stall? Does it work like that?
Maybe that's what all the writing on the wall in Germany was! It wasn't some promiscuous dude leaving his mark... it was a reference number!
And what kind of experience do you need to be a seat wiper?
"Have you ever worked in this field before?"
"No, but my last boss was a real butt head if that counts."
Maybe its just me, but I think its one of those inalienable rights that those kooky guys trapped in Guat-Mo keep whining about.
What happens if, in a purely hypthetical situation, someone just happens to be a shy peeer. pee-er. peer. urinator. (Kind of like some crappy action hero. The Urinator. "I'll Pee Back") What if the stars just aren't lining up and they can't go right now? Can they ask for their money back? Is it possible to get a refund? Maybe credit it for sometime in the future.
Also, I never saw one of these but my sister encountered a few. Its the wiper ladies who wipe the seats for people in between uses. See, I can see where the money is going and its understandable. I just want to know where these people go to get these jobs. Can you just leave your resumee in the stall? Does it work like that?
Maybe that's what all the writing on the wall in Germany was! It wasn't some promiscuous dude leaving his mark... it was a reference number!
And what kind of experience do you need to be a seat wiper?
"Have you ever worked in this field before?"
"No, but my last boss was a real butt head if that counts."
Mon Aug 29, 2005 8:47 pm
At least the public toilets EXIST.
Tue Aug 30, 2005 2:04 am
(Canceling my plans to visit Europe one day)
Tue Aug 30, 2005 9:23 am
coming2atvnearu wrote:tomatie wrote:...Did you visit the Netherlands? Just wondering
No, but my mom got pooped on by a pigeon so I think that makes up for it.
Thank you. I love my country too
Tue Aug 30, 2005 9:55 am
I've been to Amsterdam, tomatie. Only on layovers, but they've been about 6 hours once or twice, so I've been into the city a couple of times. The first time I was hideously sick every 10 minutes or so until I could vomit no more.
The second time I spent it in the british consulate in Amsterdam, trying to get my mother and I temporary passports after she left her handbag on a bus.
The second time I spent it in the british consulate in Amsterdam, trying to get my mother and I temporary passports after she left her handbag on a bus.
Tue Aug 30, 2005 10:30 am
I hardly use public toilets. ._. I just hold it for 20 or so hours until I get to the hotel/apartment complex where I'm staying. For some odd reason, I've never gotten used to going to the bathroom around others. :-/
Wed Aug 31, 2005 1:20 am
tomatie wrote:I just don't go to public toilets
Neither do I, if it can be helped.
Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:29 am
You've clearly never been in the middle of a busy town/city and really needed a wee.
Wed Aug 31, 2005 3:38 pm
Igg wrote:You've clearly never been in the middle of a busy town/city and really needed a wee.
I noticed lots of, "hey you're a child. Its ok if you pee in public."
My favourite was on the grounds of some castle in Austria where a family stading in the centre of the grounds kindly dug a little pit and held their daughter over it. Oh so classy.
Wed Aug 31, 2005 3:43 pm
o_0 wrote:I hardly use public toilets. ._. I just hold it for 20 or so hours until I get to the hotel/apartment complex where I'm staying. For some odd reason, I've never gotten used to going to the bathroom around others. :-/
I do that too. And it's even more completely awful in college. I just cannot pee if there's anyone even remotely in/around the bathroom. Not fun sometimes.
Wed Aug 31, 2005 4:39 pm
coming2atvnearu wrote:Igg wrote:You've clearly never been in the middle of a busy town/city and really needed a wee.
I noticed lots of, "hey you're a child. Its ok if you pee in public."
My favourite was on the grounds of some castle in Austria where a family stading in the centre of the grounds kindly dug a little pit and held their daughter over it. Oh so classy.
Snob.