h a l f b a k e r y"Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
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this is simple one. I propose an indicator
light outside the door of mens rooms
attached to a pressure sensor on the
toiletseats inside that will light when
someone is sitting down, and possibly stay
on for about 15 minutes after after they
rise. this way, we can either enter with
caution,
knowing to expect foulness, or
avoid this restroom all together.
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yeah, men are smelly! agreed? |
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who the feck is infiltrating the *ladies* |
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Perhaps there could be a button on the door for a prospective user to press; doing so emits a tiny waft of air from the inside so the visitor can decide whether it's safe to enter. |
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poo, phundug - lets hold it for now! |
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phundug -- That could work, but then you are still faced with the possibility of a nosefull of malodorus funk. also, retrofitting the pressure sensors and light may be a little less labor intensive. |
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id hate to be standing next to the vent when that happens. again, i was thinking of something easily retrofitable and practical. but i like where your head is at. |
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Panhandlers might offer to sample the bathroom stall and advise you, for a fee. |
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I once had to take a shower right after a visiting guest used my toilet. The fumes were so extreme that I barely remember what happened. An early warning system would have been useful. And I suppose that the system could go through a series of weekly tests. "...this is a test of the emergency bathroom system. If this was an ACTUAL emergency..." |
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Does mysandry warrant an mfd yet? Change all references to "men" into "people", figure out a way to tell the difference between numbers 1 and 2 (yes, men DO sit down just to pee, for a variety of reasons) and you'll get my croissant. |
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And here was me with a picture in my head of a guy with an afro and an electric bass making my ablutions just that bit more hip. |
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