something to think about (or not)

In my building at work, there is a Women's Lounge with three toilet stalls.
The first two are miniscule; it's hard to turn around; your elbows hit the walls. The air in them is somewhat stagnant, and the lighting is bad.
The last one is bright and spacious, right near the window, and it has a little shelf to put your purse on.

I always use the last stall.
Everyone else (as far as I can tell, after 3 years of close monitoring) chooses to use the first two stalls.

WHY?!

I've thought about this for a long time, and can think of only two possible answers to my query: One, I work with really bizarre people who prefer stinky claustrophobic bathroom experiences OR two, they know something I don't know about that last stall.

I'm not sure which possibility is worse.

old-school irony

I recently purchased a 1969 'Lady Remington' electric razor on ebay. My best friend had had one when we were growing up, and I liked its feminine design - light blue on white with little '60's-style stars... and those long-legged models in the owner manual... perfect!

I took it out of its elegant white-with-satin-interior box, unraveled the cord, and plugged it in.

Nothing. Dead.

I was so disappointed! I unplugged the cord, and sat staring resignedly at the razor.

But wait... was there a way to get inside it? There was!
And it was just a loose connection; easily soldered back in place.

Later, happily shaving my legs, I reflected that the manufacturers of that Lady Remington probably didn't imagine that their lady consumers would ever be pulling their product apart and playing around with wires and soldering irons to get it working again. ;-)

brilliant!

(I found this sign at the baylands - at the end of Embarcadero)