[Shamelessly swiped from Moonbattery's site.]
In order to see it with my own two eyes... I went to the...
Had to search for the Ladies Room - since I've never been in one, there - had no idea where it was. Look at the signs. Really not much difference between the two, is there? See? This is why it was so confusing for me when I ended up in the men's room at the McDonald's on the Causeway many years ago. [I think you can enlarge it by simply clicking on the picture.]
Not a very good photo of the signs. I'll try again for better pictures another time...
There are fourteen stalls...
11 holes in the floor.
Not a single roll of toilet paper in any of the fourteen stalls. Not one. Each and every holder was empty. Not a single two-ply sheet of tissue [or a single-ply sheet of tissue] in the entire restroom. Sheryl Crow would be so proud.
There are a fourteen sinks - and soap ONLY at the ends of the counter [who designed this?]. NO paper towels, either. Just four blow dryers [next to the soap dispensers].
Genius. Simply genius, I tell you.
Oh, and the view, standing, waiting outside for the bus. Lovely, isn't it?
KIKA is going out of business. IKEA went in, almost right next door. Who was the marketing person in charge of this? Brilliant, move. KIKA was way, way overpriced for not the best quality, if you ask me. People here seem to just luv, luv, luv IKEA. I don't get it. But, to each his own, I guess.
Lazy, lazy people. Lone shopping carts. People just can't be bothered to return them to the stores. That would be far too much work.
I don't know who "A.Z.K" is - or if it stands for something - but everyone should have initials like these on the back of their five-year old dented Suburban, don't 'cha think? Way cool. Impressive. [Snort.] [Is the "period" missing after the K? Sure looks like it is.]
What is really sad, though, is that someone has enough time on her hands to go to the mall to check out the ladies room just to see for herself that there really is NO toilet paper; and then took the time to inspect each stall, count the stalls, make a note of how many holes in the floor there are... Okay. So I made the trip specifically to be able to post this report. It was productive, though. I got a really cute top at GAP and a gorgeous blue silk dress at Massimo Dutti to wear on our cruise.
Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do. Is this investigative journalism at its best? Or, what!