First in a (hopefully) continuing (but probably sporadic) series of thing that I used to think were nifty, cool, the bees’ knees…but now? Notsomuch.
Then: When I was a kid and saw my first toilet flush on its own, I thought that we were 5 minutes from becoming the Jetsons.
Now: These things add a whole new level of paranoia to using a public rest room. In addition to worrying about seeing something untoward stuck to the stall walls or the beady, leering eyes of a 10-year-old boy whose Mom won’t let him use the men’s room alone, now I have to worry about shifting a millimeter in the wrong direction before I’m finished.