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We had pay toilets here in the States, too. The last time I saw one was probably in the mid 80s.
I remember the joke where "if you're an American and you go into the toilet and you're an American when you come out, what are you while you're in it? EUROPEAN!"

If you remember that, too, you may be old.
 
I remember the joke where "if you're an American and you go into the toilet and you're an American when you come out, what are you while you're in it? EUROPEAN!"

If you remember that, too, you may be old.
Twenty odd years ago, I dinned with a group of French Canadians. It was a Contiki thing, and it so happened that our group was mostly Australian or French Canadian. It was our first night and we were discussing differences in manners. One of the French Canadians snobbily informed me that not using the word "toilet" was indicative that French Canadians were raised to have better manners than Australians.

She had her knife in her right hand and was eating off of it, and both her elbows were on the table. My rude, unrefined, bad mannered mother would have taken one look at her and forever held her in disgust.

Bathroom etiquette is a strange, many headed beast.
 
I'm pretty much older than every single professional athlete I see on TV, heck I'm old enough to be a father to some of them now. Though on the bright side there are still three/four NBA players older than me so maybe it's not too late to give up on my hoop dreams.
 
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My stepsiblings' kids keep having kids. I think they're up to fifteen odd now. A happy side benefit of the mutual loathing between my stepsiblings and I is that I don't have to bother with birthday or Christmas gifts for the fuckers or their spawn or their spawn's spawn. No one can afford that shit, it'd bankrupt the Murdochs.
 
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