Columnists are just like ordinary people. Or better: they are ordinary people. This time John Vanderaart is talking about something that every person has to do with. You read it here. By the way, had you already read his previous column about a wrong e-mail address?
This will be a bit of a dirty column, because poo and pies … that is true, my bowel movements is like a Swiss timepiece or always on time. There is nothing to force about that, because it is only time when it’s time.
In practice, the high need always arises during a return trip from the Netherlands to France or vice versa. I am not the most difficult and with no more than a toilet roll I am already getting a long way away. My wife has a big problem with that (= with my sanitary nonchalance). Quite apart from the fact that she refuses to use toilets herself that are not 100% spic and span! Well, just come there, along the French highway.
But luckily there is the new app Piwee’s Room! A French app (I was one of the first 100 users!) That guides you very conveniently towards the first-best public toilet. It is a completely new app. That is, the public toilets are neatly mentioned but have not yet been rated by the respective users.
Between Troyes and Reims the Swiss alarm clock went off and Piwee’s Room referred us to the parking lot of service. A known parking lot. I already chuckled something … ENFIN, the scoop was for me. And just like all previous times: “Legendary filthy.” In the meantime I am married for so long that my wife managed to estimate my grin just right. And so we had to go in 30 kilometers, because she only had faith in the toilet of that one bistootje in Châlons-and-Champagne: “I will stop as long.” Great espresso, then again …
An app for the highest need: Piwee’s Room!