"Rushing water can be heard but it turns out I managed to step back accidentally onto what I assumed was a heat blister on the rubber flooring that actually operated the basin tap. I must also have jabbed some sort of hinged flap with my elbow as soap bubbles are now oozing out of a dispenser that was until that moment so well hidden that you could have stuffed the Crown Jewels in there in the sure knowledge that nobody would ever discover them. These bubbles are now flying around the air because my wildly voguing gestures have just set off the hand dryer."
Howling with laughter! I'm glad no one is around to see me!
Going further up the page, I'm delighted to find out that I'm not the only one who has no idea how those split-flush buttons are supposed to work. It has been one of those niggles in the back of my mind that somehow I'd missed an important briefing, and no one had bothered to bring me up to date.
Dude, either half, is a half. Both halves for the full experience. Push button age went binary, courtesy of (us) Aussie (Aussie, Aussie) and our lack of water and/or decorum.
As an aside, how many generations or genders have Kylie as a hall pass! (Merry happy worldpride week)
Ever been to Japan? Apart from hotel furniture being a tad lower because of the locals, the loos are festooned with buttons. I didn’t have the nerve to try any of them out! Perhaps there a YouTube video for that ....
Intuitive placement...for the person who made the decision, but not necessarily for anyone else.
And how about rental cars? Spend the first 5 minutes trying to find the headlight switch in the dark, anyone? And how about opening the filler door or the trunk/boot? Always an adventure (when you least feel like having one)
Feb 24, 2023·edited Feb 24, 2023Liked by Alistair Dabbs
The best toilet I ever went in was in a restaurant in a Swiss ski resort (Verbier, if I remember).
The seat had a thin polythene tube over it, and when you'd finished, you pressed a button, and a motor pulled a new length around so the next person was kept away from anything on your sweaty bottom. It was quite paradoxical, since we flew into France and made the journey to the resort by coach, and the French toilets at the stops were basically holes in the ground with places where you put your feet.
Mind you, that was the same restaurant where - having just had a £30 (in 1985) steak delivered to the table - the baby with the Swiss family (who were eating a Raclette near to us) decided to dump in its nappy.
The aroma it produced remained for the whole meal, even after the mother eventually took it to change it, and didn't allow me to appreciate the expensive steak as I would have liked.
I have a feeling that the inventor is too close to the device and cannot appreciate that its operation is not-as-clear-cut-as-they-imagined. It's sleek, unobtrusive, modern-looking, digital (requires a finger to operate), so management know it must be a winner. They need know no more. Furthermore 'Marketing' daren't ask less they appear ignorant. So the undoubtedly clever device gets installed and no-one, except the inventor, knows how it works.
I have a long-running joke going on with my grand-children about the 'Pleuche-Maker' which describes a chap whose skill is so immense that no-one dare ask his function. It's been going more than six months and I still delay reaching the undeniably poor punchline. I know it's awful; they expect it will be awful but I bask in the knowledge that I know what he does. And they don't.
And then of course there is the hand-wave button, which currently only has one flush mode. Perhaps in the future our meta verse colleagues will develop a set of gestures that when applied will produce a whole raft of different flush modes. Perhaps including a Citroen mode, where the water spouts from the ceiling .....
Some historical documents tell us our disruption problems really began when we decided we needed to place fig leaves in front of our privates to hide our shame.
The funny thing for me is that as soon as I read about the split button I immediately thought “I have no clue which half corresponds to front or back”, only to find out a paragraph later that I am visibly not the only one.
Ux problems from an IP expert!
"Rushing water can be heard but it turns out I managed to step back accidentally onto what I assumed was a heat blister on the rubber flooring that actually operated the basin tap. I must also have jabbed some sort of hinged flap with my elbow as soap bubbles are now oozing out of a dispenser that was until that moment so well hidden that you could have stuffed the Crown Jewels in there in the sure knowledge that nobody would ever discover them. These bubbles are now flying around the air because my wildly voguing gestures have just set off the hand dryer."
Howling with laughter! I'm glad no one is around to see me!
Going further up the page, I'm delighted to find out that I'm not the only one who has no idea how those split-flush buttons are supposed to work. It has been one of those niggles in the back of my mind that somehow I'd missed an important briefing, and no one had bothered to bring me up to date.
Dude, either half, is a half. Both halves for the full experience. Push button age went binary, courtesy of (us) Aussie (Aussie, Aussie) and our lack of water and/or decorum.
As an aside, how many generations or genders have Kylie as a hall pass! (Merry happy worldpride week)
Ever been to Japan? Apart from hotel furniture being a tad lower because of the locals, the loos are festooned with buttons. I didn’t have the nerve to try any of them out! Perhaps there a YouTube video for that ....
Intuitive placement...for the person who made the decision, but not necessarily for anyone else.
And how about rental cars? Spend the first 5 minutes trying to find the headlight switch in the dark, anyone? And how about opening the filler door or the trunk/boot? Always an adventure (when you least feel like having one)
The best toilet I ever went in was in a restaurant in a Swiss ski resort (Verbier, if I remember).
The seat had a thin polythene tube over it, and when you'd finished, you pressed a button, and a motor pulled a new length around so the next person was kept away from anything on your sweaty bottom. It was quite paradoxical, since we flew into France and made the journey to the resort by coach, and the French toilets at the stops were basically holes in the ground with places where you put your feet.
Mind you, that was the same restaurant where - having just had a £30 (in 1985) steak delivered to the table - the baby with the Swiss family (who were eating a Raclette near to us) decided to dump in its nappy.
The aroma it produced remained for the whole meal, even after the mother eventually took it to change it, and didn't allow me to appreciate the expensive steak as I would have liked.
I have a feeling that the inventor is too close to the device and cannot appreciate that its operation is not-as-clear-cut-as-they-imagined. It's sleek, unobtrusive, modern-looking, digital (requires a finger to operate), so management know it must be a winner. They need know no more. Furthermore 'Marketing' daren't ask less they appear ignorant. So the undoubtedly clever device gets installed and no-one, except the inventor, knows how it works.
I have a long-running joke going on with my grand-children about the 'Pleuche-Maker' which describes a chap whose skill is so immense that no-one dare ask his function. It's been going more than six months and I still delay reaching the undeniably poor punchline. I know it's awful; they expect it will be awful but I bask in the knowledge that I know what he does. And they don't.
And then of course there is the hand-wave button, which currently only has one flush mode. Perhaps in the future our meta verse colleagues will develop a set of gestures that when applied will produce a whole raft of different flush modes. Perhaps including a Citroen mode, where the water spouts from the ceiling .....
Sounds like you were a bit pissed off! .. Sorry, I'll get my coat.
You have obviously not become aquatinted with millennial piss it forward theology. It works like this
Get drunk,
Piss into empty bottles
Leave bottles around for other millennials
They drink and piss back into same bottles
Ad-infinitem
Hours of fun for all the family on long train journeys
Some historical documents tell us our disruption problems really began when we decided we needed to place fig leaves in front of our privates to hide our shame.
The funny thing for me is that as soon as I read about the split button I immediately thought “I have no clue which half corresponds to front or back”, only to find out a paragraph later that I am visibly not the only one.