Asbury College at the Olympics

So I had to go…really badly. We had been wandering around Rome, trying to find the pantheon and I just couldn’t wait any longer. We were next to a train station, so I think to myself, yeah, this is a good idea, I’ll use it here. I was all out of change at the time, so when I arrived to find that it cost 50 eurocents to use it, I was not a happy camper. But I had a bright idea! The other girl on the trip with me had the 50 cents and needed to go too…I’d just wait until she was finished, then slip in before the door closed again to keep me out. I thought I was so smart. When she finally gets done, I slip in the door, thinking I am oh so clever. The door closes (good, I think to myself). Suddenly, the door flies open and a loud alarm begins to sound. I finally decide the best thing to do is to run, when the alarm stops sounding. Let me explain. This bathroom was no ordinary bathroom. It was really more like an elevator…it was some kind of room suspended by a cable or something. After each person used it, it would hose itself down (i guess this made it sanitary, although the odor told me differently). Anyhow, it finishes it’s “cleaningâ€? and I in the meantime borrow 50 cents. I’m all ready to go. I get into the bathroom and it begins to loudly proclaim in at least 10 different languages how to use this particular bathroom. Quite disturbing, I must say. By the time I had finished and figured out how you have to push a button to get the toilet paper, and to wash and dry your hands, it finally explains everything in English. How helpful. Funny thing too…it said that they give you 15 minutes to finish your business…what happens if you take more than 15 minutes I wonder?