Bossy is certain you meant well, and attended scads of upper-level classes on the Paleolithic Period and Neoclassical Elements, but what she really wants to talk about is this:
It’s not so much your selection of the Elongated Wall-hung Toilet with Rear Spud that is mounted perilously close to the floor — but why the olive drab tiles on a vector orientation paired with glazed cinderblock walls?
And Bossy would personally like to thank you for providing a convenient hook on the stall door so that, as a random example, someone on a 35-day Excellent Road Trip can hang her purse and her backpack and her camera and her self:
And then there’s the little matter of real estate:
Would it have killed you to make the stall itself a little more generous in size? Don’t you know that all dog crates are supposed to allow their inhabitants to stand up and turn in small circles? Lucky thing you didn’t design the stall door to open inward! Oh wait:
Bossy has never read the directions to this Inverse Vacuum, but it must go a little something like this:
Push button. Place wet hands in flow of air. Vigorously rub hands together until they are still wringing wet and then use those germy wet hands to exit the restroom so that the next person to touch that door handle gets wet cooties.