I promised myself....

that I had blogged enough about identity and public conveniences and that I would turn my attention to more mundane matters from now on. Then I had another encounter. In total innocence I was striding towards the prospect of a decent lunch, not a care in the world except gratifying the rumbling in my stomach. In anticipation of gastronomic joy I had in mind to wash my hands. A door ahead looked promisingly like a familiar washroom. And then all of a sudden there IT was - the sign. I've seen it before but never given it much thought. With benefit of recent reflection however I have to reconsider. "This toilet is intended for those with special needs. All others are requested to use toilets on other floors"... It's me isn't it?

Once your eyes are opened...

This identity thing is starting to get serious. Wandering around a new (to me) part of the building today I noticed a sign 'Male toilet upstairs'. Unable to resist, I went upstairs but, alas, no corresponding female sign to be found! Instead, next to a door marked 'Male' was a sign with an arrow 'Accessible toilet'. Further down a long corridor however another door insisted 'Accessible toilet ONLY - please use toilets on other floors'. I retired, confused...