Reid About It

I was out doing some shopping yesterday, and I stopped in the bathroom at one of the stores. When I walked in one of the stalls, I realized it was only about as wide as my shoulders. The door latch didn't fit and wouldn't fasten, and when I bumped the toilet paper hoder, the entire mechanism fell off onto the floor.

As I was fleeing the hamper-sized stall, I stopped to wash my hands. The automatic water worked only long enough for me to get my hands soapy, then would not engage again, leaving me waving my hands frantically like I was directing a plane on to the runway. I turned to leave, only to find the automatic hand dryer was set at an angle that required me to bump my hands on the wall to get it to turn on.

And where was I, experiencing this modern marvel of short-sighted planning and inconvenient toiletry?

Lowe's.

Let's build something together, Lowe's. Let's start with an outhouse for practice, and once we've got the plans together we can try and move it inside.