The House of Poo
Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 3:52 pm
Somewhere along my travels, I worked at InterContiinental Hotel. I'm not bragging, I'm very aware that if I hadn't worked there, I would never have gone inside it, as I cannot afford it.
I recently had the pleasure of dining at Sofitel, again, via my employer, lest I be accused of bragging.
And a few years back, for work reasons, I had occasion to drop in at Cambodiana.
Can I get to the frigging point! No puns? I smell a rat...
Anyway, my point is this: at all of the above-mentioned hotels, there were no bum-guns. Only paper.
Having lived in SE Asia for 16 years, I am a bum-gun devotee, paper is for barbarians who enjoy nappy rash and Klingons.
However, I digress: my question is this:Why? I know that many wealthy Khmers go to these hotels. Do the upper crust forsake the bum-gun and consider paper a fad?Why not have both? Do the hotel laundries charge excessive fees for erasing the inevitable tiger-stripes?
I am puzzled and perplexed. I'm sure Jacobincambodia is also interested in this, considering his vested interest in all things excremental, and his bathroom fantasies.
Enlighten me, someone.
I recently had the pleasure of dining at Sofitel, again, via my employer, lest I be accused of bragging.
And a few years back, for work reasons, I had occasion to drop in at Cambodiana.
Can I get to the frigging point! No puns? I smell a rat...
Anyway, my point is this: at all of the above-mentioned hotels, there were no bum-guns. Only paper.
Having lived in SE Asia for 16 years, I am a bum-gun devotee, paper is for barbarians who enjoy nappy rash and Klingons.
However, I digress: my question is this:Why? I know that many wealthy Khmers go to these hotels. Do the upper crust forsake the bum-gun and consider paper a fad?Why not have both? Do the hotel laundries charge excessive fees for erasing the inevitable tiger-stripes?
I am puzzled and perplexed. I'm sure Jacobincambodia is also interested in this, considering his vested interest in all things excremental, and his bathroom fantasies.
Enlighten me, someone.