>Picture a sign in Beijing reading “Public Toilets”. I head into the little crevice and turn in the door. The voices hit my ears. The sight rapes my eyes.
There are four square toilets, as close together as desks in a classroom. No stalls. No privacy whatsoever. A man squatted over each, shitting and talking. Presumably after eating and talking.
The after-dinner dump is a social activity.
I stumble back and immediately zap myself with my Men in Black Neuralyzer that I just happened to have on me. I hunch over and rub my eyes. My mind clear, all I can remember is that I have to pee.
So I head to the door.
