Day 46 - Who told LAX I was arriving??

I usually HATE airport bathrooms.  The varied and ample traffic of traveling folks using these potties causes them to buzz pretty high on my germophobic meter.  Add to this the fact that fitting both my person + my carry-on bags into the toilette stall feels like I'm playing a combined game of puzzle-fitting "Tetris"and don't-touch-anything "Operation," where losing the game means peeing with the door open and catching giardiasis. Sigh.  You all know what I'm talking about.  

But last Sunday night I decided I LOVE one airport bathroom.  Los Angeles Airport, Terminal 1, last ladies' room prior to exiting the terminal.  Yes, I still had to play TetriOperation to do my business.  But look at what was waiting for me when I exited the stall:

Yes!  Thank you, LAX, for covering your bathroom mirror, clearly JUST FOR ME!  This must be what it feels like to be a celebrity.  Next time I'll request a vat of M&Ms with all the blue ones picked out.  :)


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