Some toilets in Germany have viewing platforms so you can inspect your produce after producing it. They even have a name for them as Gilly pointed out last week – Flachspüler. So they’re important enough to have entered the national lexicon.
Things are bad when all you’ve left to take pride in is your own shite. But evidently that’s what they’ve been reduced to. They must gaze down lovingly at the bowl after laying a shite in the same way a mother views her newborn.
There’s no other explanation. I was wondering if it was driven by that incessant competitive drive. Germans are so insecure they have to measure themselves against everyone and second best is a failure. They have to be the best, regardless of the consequences. Maybe they view shite in the same way, each rated according to the creator’s personal scale, with the owner always vowing to do better the next time. “Muß besser machen,” they mutter wistfully to themselves.
But of course they’re never satisfied. No matter how good a German’s shite is, it always has to be better.
Even if they shat the best shite ever shit, insecurities would surface with the next fart, and before you know it they’re on steroids working arses in the gym to produce the next one.
I, for one, have no desire to be reacquainted with dinner a full day after I’ve eaten it. I can forfeit the pleasure. That shit – literally – should be flushed the hell away as quickly and as callously as possible, and there’s certainly no reason to put it on a pedestal.
Sorry Germany, but you’re getting that shit all wrong.