August 12, 2010
If we were in the roaring '20s, fun-loving collegiates would see how many people they could squish in here for fun. Clark Kent would use this bathroom to change into Superman.
But for me to pop in and do a #1, it's a nightmare. I'm basically peeing in a dollhouse. One knee is hitting the sink and the other knee is slammed against the edge of the bathtub. One elbow is smashing into the wall and the other elbow is tangled in a shower curtain. As Tobias Funke would say, it's ass to ankles back here!
Clearly, the name "bathroom" is a misnomer because there is no way that this should be classified as a full room; it's more of a closet. A bathcloset. It's so tight in here that just walking the one foot from the toilet to the sink feels like I'm in a Tokyo subway car during rush hour.
And, I have to go into the hallway to brush my teeth because there is no place for my arms to operate in this cubic foot of terribleness. I'm inadvertently doing the Hokey Pokey dance just trying to get my pearly whites white. And, that just makes me sad.