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I absolutely do not know why urination seems to have snagged my addled attention, but after this post, I'll try to get a grip and return to my usual posts about profound matters, ethics, politics, war and peace, ethereal art, architecture and music, frontiers of scientific research, the existence of God, etc. I mean, that's what Vleeptron's famous for, that's why all nine of you are so addicted to Vleeptron.
But tonight -- posting on the Wi-Fi with the nifty Sony laptop in that antique 1849 train depot Hotel Coolidge in Vermont -- we got a fly in a urinal.
The urinal is in a lavatory in Schiphol, Amsterdam's airport.
The fly isn't just in one lonely urinal.
There's a fly in every urinal in Schiphol.
And they're not real flies. They're manufactured and etched into the porcelain bowl.
A guy would have to lean down into the urinal and look very closely to realize it's not really a fly.
(Please don't let me stop you from closely examining the urinals the next time you're whizzing at Schiphol.)
Why did they put a faux fly in every urinal?
They researched the problem of sloppy male urination, which is so costly, unsanitary, and vile to clean up. At a place like Schiphol, we're talking about hundreds of liters / gallons of spilled nasty urine every day.
But when a man sees a fly in the urinal, he gets focused, he gets serious. He aims for the fly.
He's no longer just idly voiding his bladder.
Now he has a job to do: He must drown that fly, he must kill that nasty fly.
The manufactured faux fly in the urinals in Schiphol reduces spillage by 80 percent.
5 comments:
Bob: Look more closely. It's not a fly, its a bee. The latin for bee is apis. Get it?
And, it is placed in just the optimal spot to minimize splashback.
apis ... apis ... apis ... no, I don't get it.
Yes I do. You win the Worst Pun Ever on Vleeptron Award.
GUESS WHERE I AM!!! GUESS WHERE I AM??? I'm using the Wi-Fi at the Whately Truck Stop Diner!!! 10 am, not too crowded ... but no Morticia. I wonder whatever became of Morticia ...
I'm gonna try to post about what I'm doing here with the laptop, wish me luck. Maybe I'll pay them $1 and take a shower. I've always wanted to do that.
Oh, for purposes of Good Health, I am NOT ordering the Eggs Benedict. I'm having
blueberry pancakes
link sausages
maple syrup
grapefruit juice
coffee
A trucker next to me (not speaking French) is esting the Heavy Hauler. Don't ask. It'll be a miracle if he lives as long as Hartford.
Okay, here's the Heavy Hauler:
3 eggs any style
2 pancakes
bacon
sausage
toast
hash brown potatoes or home fries
Ah, the Whatley Diner. I could be convinced to make a late night road trip up there some time. Its maybe an hour and a half north of here. Oh, and you're going to have to call me with your new phone number.
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