Doing Time in a German Toilet
I often said you could drink from a German public toilet. And the other night, I almost had the chance.
Mr. S and I were in Germany at a really nice hotel in Heidelberg at a breakfast meeting of his company. I was doing my usual investigation of the hotel bathroom. I have to examine—or use—every bathroom in any building I enter. You know.
When I was finished, I was just thinking how I was going to tell everyone upstairs at the breakfast how wonderful German toilets are—especially in comparison to those in Malta—spotless, flushable, completely well maintained. As this thought passed through my mind, the handle of the toilet door came off in my hand, and I was locked in the toilet.
For the next thirty minutes, I was yelling out one of the few German words I know—Hilfe—which means help. The bathroom was really far down in the basement of the hotel and no one could hear me banging on the door or yelling. Finally, someone from the hotel heard me yelling Hilfe out the basement window. A maid came in and pushed the door in from the outside.
When I got upstairs, Mr. S. looked up from his coffee and noted that he thought I took longer than usual in the toilet. But one of his female colleagues had convinced him that women sometimes take long in the bathroom, so he didn’t do anything about it. Well, thanks for listening to your instincts, Mr. S.
Anyway, it could have been worse. I could have been locked in a Maltese toilet.

Hi Inverter--thanks very much! Ilene
Posted by: Sennuwy (an ancient Egyptian name) | February 08, 2010 at 06:10 AM
nice info !!!
Posted by: invertir forex | February 08, 2010 at 12:35 AM
Got you, girlfriend, Dee. Yes, hovering is good exercise, too!--Ilene
Posted by: Sennuwy (an ancient Egyptian name) | December 21, 2009 at 04:48 PM
He forgot to say, I always carry T.P. and hand sanitizer in my purse! And have learned how to 'hover'!
Posted by: Dee Owen | December 21, 2009 at 04:19 PM
Hi Mike, If nothing else this post is letting me in on the most terrible toilets in the world. Wow--that Panamanian toilet sounds really pleasant. You and Dee have a good and healthy New Year--and only the best of toilets xxx Ilene
Posted by: Sennuwy (an ancient Egyptian name) | December 21, 2009 at 07:44 AM
Mary, Your humor is a classic, too! Ive never been to a toilet in the Dominican Republic, but I think Ill pass! A healthy, happy and lucrative New Year to you, too xxxx Ilene
Posted by: Sennuwy (an ancient Egyptian name) | December 21, 2009 at 07:38 AM
Or at the Puerto Plata airport in the Dominican Republic? OMG how lucky you were. I always enjoy your stories. Your humor is classic. Happy Holidays and a healthy New Year with a job!!!
Posted by: Mary Bartolotta | December 20, 2009 at 11:06 AM
It could have been a whole lot worse. It could have been worse that your wildest bad dream. Imagine the smell from a septic tank. Imagine not having a seat on which to sit. Imagine not having a door to close. Imagine not having anything to wipe your underparts with. Imagine not having water to wash your, by now, disgusting hands.
IMAGINE BEING IN A PANAMANIAN TOILET.
Posted by: Mike Owen | December 20, 2009 at 08:55 AM