It’s a Cafe Asia Downtown happy hour and you brought your passport to drink. You are bloated from cheap Kirin or $3 Japanese sake. You need to wiz. As you stumble into the bathroom, you’re present with a Washington DC first: a unisex bathroom:

Which door are you going to choose? And if you are a guy, might you shut the door behind you? Thanks.

We need not see your toilet choice no matter if we stand or sit.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Wayan Vota

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”