Brits call it a WC, but it’s not a closet, though there is inevitably water. Just probably not on par with a Fijian artisan aquifer.
Europeans call it a Toilet, which is just conjures up such a terrible mental image of heading face first for the porcelain god.
Asians just put a triangle (for men) or circle (for women) on the door. Better than Toilet, but still a bit graphic.
Americans call it a Restroom. Whoever has found rest in a place like that is drunk out of their mind or in serious need of a home. Or they might call it a Bathroom, but if you really take baths in there, that’s just weird. Or sad.
My favorite is the Canadian way. They call it a Washroom. How nice. How very Canadian nice. It so subtly implies that the business that one does in there necessitates a cleansing afterwards. Which a certain unnamed gender tend to neglect all too often. Ew. Why, WHY??
It’s official; I’ll be referring to them as washrooms from now on.
Ah, the thoughts that go through my head on a long Amtrak journey from Vancouver back down to Washington.
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Hey Linds!
I just showed this to my Canadian friend from nwc, and she loved it! “It never occured to me that ‘washroom’ was unique.” Ah, the quiet Canadian pride. :)
hey, that’s my soap! :)
Lindsay, what happened to your blog entries? For the last 10 times I’ve checked there has been nothing new…get on it! Hey, is there anyway that I can get my hands on the pictures you took in Chiang Rai at the hostel? I’m getting ready to send out updates of the kids to their sponsors and would love to send some new pictures if possible.
Thanks babe!