Monday, March 7, 2011

The Plumbing Inspector

Our oldest son, a wonderful, handsome, fellow, has just returned from a business trip to China. Nineteen hour flight, each way. A total of 6 plane rides in a mere 7 days. I would have to go to bed for a week! However, I digress. As a child, when taken out for a restaurant meal, he would disappear a third of a way into the meal, headed for the bathroom, not to be seen again until the rest of us were completely finished with our dinners. Thus, he acquired the nickname of "The Plumbing Inspector".

Well, guess what. Nothing has changed. He sent reams of photos to share with us, and fully half of them were pictures of the local plumbing. His dad, Phil, got to laughing so hard he was crying, comparing the child that he was, with the man he has become. I let most of the photos go by, but I thought I'd share a couple with you, my beloved readers. I hope you get a chuckle out of them, as I did.



I believe this one to be self explanatory. I was taken with a cell phone, so this was as large as I could make it without rendering it completely fuzzy.



I do realize, as a rule, the Chinese people are shorter than Americans.....................but ? I should step in here and mention that the hotel was a four star beauty, with a bathtub, and a shower, that were big enough for a family of four to share ablutions in. It was a high rise with a spectacular view of the ocean, and the ginormous pool.  

So, there's your cultural tidbit for today. I'm now going back to dive in to volume three of the Ladybug Farm series. It reminds me strongly of the Boxcar Children, only for adults. Very enjoyable chick-lit.

Oh, and thank you, thank you, thank you all, for you kind, encouraging comments concerning my blogging irregularities. I appreciate you more than I can say. You are the best!! Michele








10 comments:

  1. I always like reading your posts so I don't think you should have made more quilts or other projects. It is always interesting to read. You do what you think you would like to write.
    And about your son's trip: funny all the pictures . The one time I was in China I had to go to the toilet and shared the sort of toilet-room with a row(!) of others. Can you imagine not sitting on your own but sitting next to a total stranger?! No walls or doors...
    Groetjes
    Annemieke

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  2. quelle horreur, the old squatting toilet trick...get's us westies every time.I got a chuckle out of the photo's. The one with the do's and don'ts of toilet usage is one I first saw in The Netherlands of all places.
    We could start a funny sign reportage, I'll do one on the do's and don'ts of tram riding in Vienna, have to dig out some happy snaps.
    Catch ya soon,
    Margaret

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  3. Oh My!!! I'm too old to use a toilet like that!! Very funny to have the do's and don't of useing that bathroom ROFL.

    Crispy

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  4. Well, what can I say - those pictures speaks a thousand words EACH!!!
    Very amusing, although very strange. I am short myself, but even the last photo's toilet is to low for me :)
    Elzaan

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  5. I lived 8 months in China and only used a "squat pot" twice out of desperation. I was pretty tricky and I was so grateful for the western toilet in my apt. I wish I had a photo of the sign as it brings back lots of funny memories!

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  6. OMG so funny -
    How many ways can you use a toilet incorrectly?

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  7. Squattie potties!!! I have heard of these, but the pictures makes it so much more clear!!! Thanks for these pictures...and my son does the same thing at times!!

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  8. What interesting pics. It couldn't be more clear.
    Micki

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  9. The Dirty PenguinJune 6, 2011 at 11:55 PM

    Michele -

    I can't wait to rib "The Plumbing Inspector" when I get to Hong Kong this weekend!!! Freakin' greatness!!

    Love you guys,

    Dirty Penguin (AKA His best friend)

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  10. I would have to go to bed for a week! However, I digress. As a child, when taken out for a restaurant meal, he would disappear a third of a way into the meal, headed for the bathroom, not to be seen again until the rest of us were completely finished with our dinners. Interesting blog.

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