Costanza would be proud of this post.
Spending large amounts of time away from home as I do, finding nice facilities assumes some importance. Coffee can be your enemy. Mexican food can also be your enemy. But when you have to go, you have to go. Knowing in advance where the clean, quiet public crappers are, takes…….a load off.
Men’s rooms at airports have a different feeling thesdays. After a United States senator allegedly went looking for homosexual sex in Minneapolis, I’m leery of – how can I put this delicately – attending, unless absolutely necessary.
So it was with great happiness that I discovered the Marriott hotel attached to Tampa airport has superior rest rooms. As any international traveller knows, if you want a peaceful, relaxing experience, find a large American style hostelry, where clean porcelain and real hand-towels await.
Best of all, one can have the entire room to onesself, negating the potentially dangerous consequences of having a wide stance.
Here is a picture of some graffiti from the Marriott, fully representative of all male toilet art. Classy, isn’t it?