The (not so) little frustrations of life

Imagine this: you are walking through a shopping street, enjoying the company of a good friend, and all of a sudden you need a toilet, NOW. You carefully mention this to your friend, who equally carefully replies that maybe you can ask to use the toilet in the bookstore we are about to enter. You reply, with some dignity left, no need to worry, you will hold it up for a little while longer, until you get home. However, after a few minutes, you cannot ignore certain things happening in the body and you really need a toilet, NOW! Your friend pays for his purchase when you mention that maybe waiting for being home is no longer an option. He kindly directs you to the first teamroom that you come across and offers to buy a drink to go so you can calmly move (read: RUN) towards the back of the cafe, where thank god there is a toilet (and no waiting line). You enjoy a few moments letting go and when the business is done you aim for the toilet brush to, you know, remove the evidence so to speak. You grab the handle of the brush, and lift your arm, and GODDAMN, the brush is stuck in the holder. You try again, and again, and again, and again, and again (also trying not to touch too much of it because you never know who touched it before you) and AGAIN, but it is sort of stuck every time. Eventually, after moving the GODDAMN thing around, it releases and you can get to business. After the inevitable, you try to put the thing back into its holder and GODDAMN, it does not go in! So again you move the thing around until this ****brush is back in place. Somehow, you now come to gain some understanding why the brush is still so clean and white, and why these sort of public toilets so often contain evidence of human interference. If it is so GODDAMN hard to get the GODDAMN brush out of the holder, why bother to clean up after yourself? I am not sure they want you to do so, if they make it so hard to do...

Or, you want to wash your hands after visiting the toilet, there is a perfectly suitable sink, and find out that when you try to rinse your hands, they do not fit under the tiny tap and you sort of have to almost press your hands against the sink to get some water on them. Why install a huge sink, if you wish to provide the smallest tap ever made? Which idiot came up with the idea of a mini tap anyway? I don't know, maybe the engineer who designed it was a midget, but even so, he would not be able to fit his hands between the tap and the sink.. Am I the only person who would rather install a smaller sink and a larger/higher tap so you can actually wash your hands under the water beam? Really, did this engineer get paid?? I think so, because I encounter this so often!

Or, you want to open a package of some slices of meat you want to make your lunch sandwich with, and by opening it, the whole thing rips apart. Great. So much for being able to re-close it.

I ask myself, do these companies test their own products? And do they seriously not see that this is highly annoying??

Anyways, I've had a really nice day today. Beautiful weather, great company and nice iced-cappuccino's (hence the need for a toilet, I assume).

I know it has been a while since I last posted, but I've been busy finding me now. Things have changed a great deal for me, in a good way and I am going to elaborate soon, because it is too nice to not share with you. But not now. Now was the time for releasing the (not so) little frustrations of life.

S.Y.K.