The toilet in my hotel room (Clarion Riverside, Rochester, NY) flushes itself mysteriously about every 45 minutes.
At first, I thought it was just me hearing the plumbing from nearby rooms. But, no. It actually flushes itself. I know this because I was just sitting there when it happened. There I am, taking a break from my Geek Conference, and reading about Frances Mayes' first trip to Africa and...WHOOSH.
I am reminded of Peter MacNicol's character on Ally McBeal. John Cage had a remote that controlled one of the toilets in their famous unisex bathroom. I like a fresh bowl, he would say. And....whoosh.
This is an analog toilet. No fancy motion censors. Just a plain old handle; American Standard brand. And, being the crafty sort, I even took off the top to see if there were after-market parts somewhere in the tank. Nope.
What we have here, people, is your average run-of-the-mill toilet ghost. I should maybe introduce him to the dead Indian who lives in the closet of the guest bedroom at my folks' house. He is an electronics fiend who enjoys turning on lights in the middle of the night. Between them, they could keep an entire family awake.
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- ecileh
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2 comments:
Oh! Will you share the Frances Mayes Africa book when you're through? Is it as good as Tuscany?
If the toilet has only two operating modalities (i.e. flushing and waiting to flush) perhaps it should be referred to as a digital toilet.
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