My bathroom door is gray, all the other doors are white. In this blogaticle I will try to answer the question posted in the title: “Why in the world is my bathroom door gray?”
During my travel for truth I found out that there are two answers. One that is short, and one that is almost lengthy. Let’s start with the lengthy one.
Every other door on that level of my house is white. The door to the stairs down the basement and the door that leads to the tv-room and the door that’s to the wardrobe-closet and the door to the hall. Except the door to the tv-room and the hall these are doors we want guest’s to avoid. The basement stairs are steep and there is really nothing to see down there, when the kids have friends over that needs to go to the loo, we dont want them to fall down stairs, possibly soiling themselves at the same time. The wardrobe-closet, there is a lot of stuff there, but they are mostly there to be stored. So how do explain which door is to the toilet, so easy that a child that really needs to go can find it directly. We tried instructions, but never managed to get them clear enough. We tried putting up discreet signs that had the word “WC” on them. Still no gold cigar. So I painted the door gray. It’s totally different from all the other doors. The directions are easy to give.
“-I need to use the toilet”
Pretty lengthy answer, could have been a lot longer. But it’s long compared to the short answer: There was gray paint in the canister labeled with white.
So me, the wife and the kids drove down to Berlin, Germany, Europe. We stayed at a shitty hotel that could have been nice, but the prostitutes and the rude staff kind of ruined it for us. Driving down was awesome. We took a lot of bridges and one boat. Berlin is a nice town to drive in. Everyone is super friendly and has lots of patience. Another thing you need is a sticker for your car that say it’s environmental. If you dont have it you might be fined 40 eur per day inside the city limits of Berlin. I did not get caught even once. Mohahaha. Also we took the u-bahn a lot. The U-Bahn is great. I wish we had one in Eslöv. The food in Berlin was wishy washy, until we found the gay-housing area two blocks from our hotel. There every restaurant where great. And there where no prostitutes there. We saw a lot of sights in Berlin. I was at the curry wurst museum. I like Curry-Wurst. I did not buy a single thing to circuit-bend or play on. But I got a super-ugly Hawaiian shirt at urban outfitters. And KaDeWe whoops every other shopping mall I’ve ever been to. My kids discovered crepes. They had a lot of them. I bought fabric made sauerkraut saft. Horay. I broke a phone at Starbucks at checkpoint-charlie. At least Starbucks is consistent in it’s coffe-making. The zoo we where at was nice, but the cages where to small. The first museum we went to was awesome. Wish I would remember it’s name. We also went to the zeppeling hangar that they built a tropical island inside. The name of the place is called tropical-island.de that was ok. but Staakow RULED.
End of mind-stream. Soon some semi-regular stuff.