Chapter 18 Peeing Posture Seminar

Some girls insist on standing up to urinate, and similarly, there are boys who must sit when urinating. Everyone has their preferences, it's a free world. "The day my housekeeper and I went to Berlin and stayed in the hotel was the first day Mr. Housekeeper saw a flush toilet in his life." The Indian friend who was preparing cardamom masala tea for me suddenly began to tell a story—— "Mr. Butler stared at the toilet and asked me how to use it. I pointed to the handle and showed him a demonstration of flushing the water once. He learned it immediately and told me that it was easy. Then, he slowly got out of the luggage , take out the dirty clothes, put them into the toilet, just like putting them into the water of the Ganges, stir it once, flush it once, stir it again, flush it again..."

I was confused when I heard this. This is of course a very good story, with its universality and room for moral argumentation, but what does this have to do with the urination habit I am talking about? "Good toilet story indeed...but what's the deal with peeing?" I asked my Indian friend. "Say? Are you talking about peeing? I thought you were talking about the free world!" He replied blankly. Ah, so that's the logic. Indeed, when it comes to the freedom of the world, it makes sense to use the posture of urinating, and it is not impossible to use the function of the toilet as an explanation, right? !

The freer the world is, the less efficient it is, this is something everyone already knows. The efficiency of the chat, and the privilege of no immunity. "...Moreover, the posture of urinating has a lot to do with the toilet..." The Norwegian friend who cooked fish soup for me said while scooping the soup into a bowl—— "I used to have a classmate who was Japanese. Every time she went to the toilet and I went in to use it, she would see two shoe prints on the toilet ring. I was very scared at that time, thinking that she likes to peek , every time I pretend to go to the toilet, and then stand on the toilet ring, peeking at the classmates next door..."

"Huh? Didn't anyone dig a hole for peeping on the toilet partition in your school?" an Indian friend asked a Norwegian friend. "Idiot! Only your men's toilets can dig so many holes, our women's toilets..." "No, no." The Indian friend interrupted her: "I saw in the video that your girls toilet also..." "Uh... how did you find out that the Japanese students didn't put their feet on both sides of the toilet for peeking?" I asked to help the topic return to the normal track. The efficiency of chatting can be sacrificed once instead of twice.

"That's not easy. Once, when a Japanese classmate was going to the toilet, I walked into the one next to her and stood on the toilet seat to peek over it. Only then did I realize that she was stepping on the toilet seat to urinate, and there was nothing wrong with it." I’m peeking.” My Norwegian friend, smiling, pushed a bowl of fish soup in front of me. "Well, it is a blessing to be able to sit and urinate under the roof..." My French friend opened a bottle of absinthe, sniffed it, and continued— "Our Palace of Fontainebleau, as well as the Palace of Versailles, originally had no toilets. At that time, except for the king who had a gorgeous seat with a toilet hidden, all the lords and ladies had to go to the courtyard to solve it by themselves. Only the king You can only sit under the roof!" The French friend sighed, and bought a glass of absinthe for me: "Think about those ladies, all wearing parachute-like skirts!"

Things have come to this point, and I have fully realized that the efficiency of chatting is completely impossible to pursue. The topic started with the theory of gender gap, was turned to the theory of wealth gap by Indian friends, then turned to the theory of cultural gap by Norwegian friends, and finally wandered to the theory of class gap by French friends, making a sad end. In such a free world atmosphere, we raised masala tea, halibut fish soup, and absinthe cider, clinked bowls and glasses, and drank freely. The party that started with discussing various urination positions ended with guzzling all kinds of water, wine and soup. This painstaking effort to brew helplessness into happiness should be well understood by everyone.