No TV in The Bathroom Now!
When you are standing in the men’s room of new Old Dominion Brewery in the Convention Center, look up.
Is that loud TV blaring down at you, disrupting your quiet piss point? Then do a Metroblogging moment: pull the power cord.
Urination should be free from commercial interruption corruption.
Even if you have to stand on the urinals to reach the electrical outlet.
I swear you have a potty fetish Wayan. Sorry I didn’t make it down to meet-up, believe it or not I fell asleep–woke up too early and worked too many hours today I guess.
Potty fetish? Maybe that’s why I know that there was a screaming telly in the ladies room too. I thought about yanking that cord, but the baby changing table didn’t look like it would support my weight.
O.M.G. civilazation kills (via laughter).
Do I have to prove my point with other examples? ;-)
It seriously freaks me out when Wayan and I have things in common.