Sometimes you run across a sentence that sparks the imagination. Perhaps a catch phrase from a comedian ("I'm Rick James, Bitch" -- Dave Chappelle), or a political statement of magnitude, such as this wondrous wisdom from the politician most likely to win the next presidential election: "He who warned, uh, the British that they weren't gonna be takin' away our arms, uh, by ringing those bells, and um, makin' sure as he's riding his horse through town to send those warning shots and bells that we were going to be sure and we were going to be free, and we were going to be armed."
Sarah Palin said that on June 3, 2011, in a talk about the ollamurkin values of a rugged man on a horse.
I find that truly inspirational.
You do to.
But this isn't about politics. It's about a wonderful crapper.
"Man injured by Amsterdam pop-up toilet"
It turns out that there are toilets in the Dutch capital that appear at night, in order that street people and bar patrons not pee publicly.
"A man in the Dutch city of Amsterdam has been injured after a pop-up public toilet sunk into the ground emerged unexpectedly."
Unpredictable lavatories, I'm sure you will agree, are a wondrous thing. There you are, clenching fiercely after a long jaunt around the ancient cobblestone streets trying to find your hotel -- like everyone unfamiliar with the layout you are lost, you've passed the same sights three times now -- and your bladder is fit to bust. Then, magically, a toilet rises up out of the ground. Ta daa!
We can't tell you how to get to your hotel, because you are unable to pronounce either the name of the establishment or the street on which it's located in a way that natives can understand, but we can let you leak.
And you will be a lot happier after that. Calmer, too.
Bladder ease equals peace of mind.
Relax.
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