Bank Bathroom
I understand that it’s a restroom and not a bathroom but hold your horses, let me adjust my tie. I got the a/c kicking and this fudge bar wants to act as a broach on this three piece suit. I find that a tub and a sink are too similar to name it something else, we all taken a rinse in the mini tub at some point. Hell, it’s a form of initiation if you’re religious. If I was a “little person”, I’d bathe in the mini kitchen tub instead of a regular sized bath tub. The “guest tub” is what I’ll call the regular sized bath tub, the toilet will be shared. I refuse to use the kitchen tub as a toilet, I have a big kitchen window and you can’t get away from the laws when you’re not covered with suds. My local Bank has a very nice bathroom, it’s nothing luxurious but its a piece of work. It is pretty spacious for a one person bathroom, the color of the walls and lighting are a bit weird. Not hard to see that they took inspiration from an interrogation room, I could see people being cuffed to the handicap guard rail. If you want to see a real interrogation room, head down to a gas station with a locked bathroom that is near the on site car wash and vacuum air pump. That’s where they should be questioning these Squeamish school shooters and silly rappers, everyone has a list of demands before they start to squeal until they meet the chocolate toilet paper that is stuck on the wall. My local Bank bathroom is pretty clean, as if the flag stood still and stopped waving. One thing that I appreciate is that it’s a bit old fashioned, no stupid vibrating electric hand dryer or racist hand sensor no touch faucet. Those faucets always gave me a tough time, its like it sees my hands and thinks it will be a while but it’s only my tan hands. This Bank has brown paper towels, that’s all a working man asks for. How you supposed to dry your face with those electric vibrating dryers, I’d probably buzz half my face off getting near one of those. That Bank is not even my go to Bank, it’s just the one my Boss tends to go to. I can respect a good bathroom, even though I don’t really trust Banks. I don’t trust Banks because I believe that the Taxman is in cahoots with the Banks. That Taxman taxed me double and I don’t even know how to read.