This weekend I ventured into town. A second tram line is being put in and the town is cut in half. Driving and parking in the town's center is particularly challenging so I headed to the centre commercial, mall, with its vast parking lot. As sometimes happens, the first stop at the mall is the pit stop. The restrooms looked particularly clean and I was thankful they were so close to the parking area. I was ready to walk in when I noticed a revolving gate and a sign that read :
"Restrooms 0.40 centimes.
Only 0.10 and 0.20 cent coins
I looked around for Gary Larson.
Obviously, I knew about this and had the exact change in hand. Obviously, I did NOT panic as my coat pockets and wallet turned up empty save for five cent coins. I also did not freak out internally while calculating the TIME it would take me to sprint upstairs to the ATM machine, withdraw cash, come back downstairs, feed my bills into the change machine and hope for .10 and .20 cent pieces.
I did what any civilized person would do: I took my purse apart until I found said pieces, all the while ignoring the uninterested looks of the restroom attendants on the other side of the gate. Good grief!
Fast forward to one of the perks of public toilets nowadays : the Dyson Airblade. Truly cool. You just put your hands in the mini air-tunnel and a blast of air wicks them dry.
Yeah, I'd pay .40 centimes for that . . .