For in the smallest room

I had to shop on the second Easter day. Off to the 9 Streets. Just checking out OU., bags matching L’Étoile De Saint Honoré Luxury and loading all the new notebooks from Pluk. I also popped into a concept store because I always find them particularly entertaining. I mean: you just need an opener in the shape of a pineapple. And there I saw the funniest book in ages: the Bathroom Guest Book, with the witty subtitle ‘Please Sign In While Sitting Down’.

Number two is a forbidden topic in the editorial office, so it’s quite ‘living on the edge’ with this tip. But I’m giving it anyway, if only to be able to stay on the toilet a little longer. In the Guest Book, you note the date and time of arrival, the reason for your visit (category: 1, 2, or 3), the minutes you spent staring at yourself in the mirror, maybe a little doodle, and you write down which song best matched your toilet experience. I find that hilarious. I really want to know all of it, even though it’s too much information.