Picton High Street featured a state of the art public toilet to one side of the main street. The stainless steel door slides noiselessly back at the press of a button and I step inside and press another button and the door hisses closed behind me (I feel a little like Captain Kirk). Soft music begins to play and a sign tells me that the door will open only after I have washed my hands. Toilet paper is dispensed from a slot at the push of another button. The intended effect of the soft music isn’t overcoming my growing sense of being manipulated and perhaps observed (I look around for a hidden camera).
As instructed I push my hands into a handwashing recess and first soap then water and, finally, hot air are dispensed. That causes the toilet to flush and to door to slide open and I am released.
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