Those who have not been to Europe, beware of toilets, they are not in our brains!
In Stuttgart, a small need forced me to go to the street public bio-toilet in the evening. A single-seat cabin, very clean, bright, clean, filled with sensors and controlled by a computer. You throw a 2 euro coin into the door, the doors automatically open, the light is lit, you enter, the doors are closed. I do not suffer from claustrophobia, but since I have been engaged in electronics and computer programs all my life, it is a little stressful. Well, I did my business, I need to go out, and there are no buttons to open the door. Instructions too. What is stupid, instructions for using the sorting you write?
I included my logic, as the Germans wrote the control program, went - raised the toilet lid, poured water, closed the lid. Which sensor is used? Repeat the process. The door does not open. Maybe you need to sit on the cover, then get up, and then pour water? Repeat the process.
The door does not open. Yes is. What was forgotten? Can I wash my hands? I repeat the process again first. I raise my hand to the crane, the sensor works, the water runs, then automatically turns off, hopefully and sadly I look at the door – it doesn’t open. The prospect of spending the night in a rumbling German thrust did not inspire me. I cried out to my companion, who was left outside:
“Woman, this infection doesn’t let me go!”
He tries to give a bribe to the toilet by squeezing a coin into the gap.
The machine is relentless, does not take, and that’s all. It also does not respond to pins and strikes. Jenny is screaming:
“Stop, I’ll call the police!”
I have nothing to do, repeat the process, wash my hands, turn on the dryer... the fan turns off, the door opens.
Then somewhere I read the story of a man who went to the same dirty toilet in France. Having paid the imposed sentinels, our compatriot could not even assume that everything inside the cabin is sterile, and therefore, as it is appropriate for a pure homosapiense, went on to the toilet with his feet...
In the computer brains of the toilet non-connection: the floor sensor is turned off, it means that the person has gone out, the water is not melted, something is wrong, the disinfection has been turned on. The guy is sitting on the pot, doing his business, and then the light is turned off, and a shower of dissolve on him like a meltdown! He jumped from the toilet, the computer in general spelled: the door is closed, and a man appeared?! And hanging, pre-including the drying with hot air streams...
For several hours, rescuers cut off vandalism-resistant doors with autogens, pulling the mad miserable out of the chained legs of a Paris toilet. So I got away easily.