V is for Victoryless

I have a love/hate relationship with automatic flushing toilets. They’re fantastic because of the obvious– no physical contact with the toilet flusher. In a perfect world I go in the stall, do my business, and as I’m pulling up my pants the evidence that I was there immediately vanishes into

Watch Your Step

Would you walk into a public park’s restroom barefoot? What if the restroom had a clogged toilet and the entire floor was flooded with questionable fluids and little floating bits? What if you were wearing something (for example, a long dress) that dragged on the floor while you walked? What