The #2 @ IKEA
Today was an unusual experience at IKEA. I don't recall having to ever use the restrooms here but my body wasn't agreeing with the mind. While in the initial stages of my shopping experience I made a trip to the second floor bathroom but it was packed and quite gross. So I used the #1 hoping that would appease my body. It worked for a bit until I got downstairs in the warehouse area. That's when my body gave my mind and will an ultimatum. Either we hit the #2 or it's gonna get squishy down there. Lucky for me, the downstairs bathroom wasn't as packed and I had to only wait a minute or two for a stall to open up.

While on the can thinking my deep thoughts, I looked over to my left and started snickering to myself. Take a look at the photo, as a father would you expose your child to the wicked odors of a public bathroom? One like this which was getting regular stall use? I guess you would have to if you were there without your wife, and it IS better than sitting on the can holding on to your baby. I just can't believe someone thought of this and built something as elaborate as this as a solution.

Now this is what I call father/son bonding time. You know what would have been better? A mini toilet instead of that fold down chair and retention system. Yes I know, I'm immature.

Update: You know how Asian parents, when they 'aid' their son in taking a piss on the street (I see it all the time in Chinatown) they always make that noise... like shoooooooo. Is that supposed to help them pee? Anyway, I can't imagine the noise the father would be making sitting next to his son here. I'm imagining something with a bit more bass.
At 10:56 PM, Blogger [illegal] architect said...

if i was a baby, i would never want to be in the same room my dad dropping a duece.

At 11:06 PM, Blogger [illegal] architect said...

come to think of it, i don't want to be in the same room as anyone dropping a duece. ever.


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