Monday, October 10, 2011
On Saturday I went for some routine tests at what some consider to be the best medical lab in town. After they drew my blood, I asked to use the restroom. The lab tech pointed me to what I assume was the staff restroom, because as I approached, a woman in a white lab coat and an official-looking name tag was coming out. It was a very small room with no seat on the toilet and no toilet paper. The toilet had not been flushed, and I soon realized why: there was no water, either in the toilet or the faucet. Neither was there soap.