There’s a restaurant in Reading, PA with a men’s room that has a sink, two urinals, and a toilet. No stalls. One room.
There was a lock on the door, but it left me wondering about the kind of friends who would feel comfortable coming in with you to use the urinal while you’re taking a shit.
I didn’t see the woman’s bathroom, but apparently a few others did because the lock on that door didn’t work.
Academically I can’t come up with any argument for why that’s so much worse than taking a shit with the stall walls, and yet, it’s just fucking insane.
There’s a restaurant in Reading, PA with a men’s room that has a sink, two urinals, and a toilet. No stalls. One room.
There was a lock on the door, but it left me wondering about the kind of friends who would feel comfortable coming in with you to use the urinal while you’re taking a shit.
I didn’t see the woman’s bathroom, but apparently a few others did because the lock on that door didn’t work.
Academically I can’t come up with any argument for why that’s so much worse than taking a shit with the stall walls, and yet, it’s just fucking insane.