Travel always presents challenges and requires some accommodations. One little-mentioned point of travel-related adjustment involves the bathroom area.
After all, you’re accustomed to your home commode. You’re used to the height, the seating, the back support, and the sound that is made when you flush. So, when you go the road and find one of those new-fangled devices in your hotel room, you have to adapt.
The low-slung, hotel room miracles of modern plumbing are different in almost every way. They’re down at squat level. The seat is deeper, somehow. It’s like you’re riding a motorcycle.
My principal objection, however, has to do with the flush factor. I know that they are supposed to be low-flow and more environmentally friendly — but I don’t like turning that weird rectangular handle and hearing that uncertain gurgling sound, where you don’t know for sure whether the entire reason for flushing has been fully and successfully accomplished. I don’t want to send the contents of the bowl on some gentle journey, as if it were taking a languid cruise on the Blue Danube. No, I want it harshly jettisoned, ejected, and expelled — shot, with unmistakably effective, torpedo-like force, deep into the plumbing, never again to be seen or even contemplated.
I’m all for hotels conserving water. When I’m staying at a hotel for multiple days, for example, I don’t ask them to wash the towels. I’m not guzzling tap water, leaving the faucets running when I shave, or taking ridiculously long showers. I’m doing my part for water conservation — but flushing is where I draw the line.