One of the things I hate about being away from home for long periods of time is not having access to my own bathroom. While I'm grateful for public facilities--no one wants to dig a hole while they're at work or shopping for a waffle maker--I am tired of being assaulted as soon as I open the bathroom door. I'm tired of my eyes stinging and watering. Tired of my nose taking offense to a sourness that provides insight into one's junk food diet. Tired of receiving information I didn't ask for.
It's called a courtesy flush. Use it. Please.
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