Jim Naugle would shit! New York City yesterday unveiled the big apple’s first pay toilet (seen above, being adored by Dept. of Transportation Commissioner Janette Sadik-Khan, Parks Commissioner Adrian Benepe and Deputy Mayor Dan Doctoroff).
The $100,000 throne costs a mere quarter – the same price as the NY Post – and allows the user 15-minutes of pure, unadulterated potty privacy. That seems like an awfully long time, but it is in Madison Square Park, home of the famous – and famously dirty – Shake Shack.
Speaking of long, The New York Times spent a whopping 860 words – and an even lengthier blog post – on the steel shit shrine. Michael Wilson apparently takes his crappers very seriously:
There is no seat to raise or lower, just the wide rim of the bowl, with covers made of tissue available in a dispenser to the side. Sitting down is a leap of faith, like falling backwards into a stranger’s arms at a corporate team-building retreat.
Turns out, it is cold. But once settled, the visitor finds the seat the perfect place to take in the room’s other amenities.
There seem to be as many buttons as on Captain Kirk’s bridge. Red buttons, blue buttons, yellow buttons, black and green buttons. The red ones near the door and toilet call the company for help in an emergency. The yellow calls for “assistance,” presumably something less dire than an emergency, but nonetheless, a situation. Blue flushes.
Black dispenses toilet paper.
The future is here, readers.
All hail Commode! Please give your offering to this stainless steal God.
LOL. MATT. Thank you. I need a laugh!!
As usual NYC is 10 years behind San Francisco (it must be those Republitard Mayors they keep electing.) SF has had those junkie/homeless comfort stations for years. The street folks love to camp out in them days on end.
The question becomes what precisely happens when your 15 minutes are up?
It’s not NY’s first pay toilet. Many of the toilets in NY were “pay” when I grew up there in the 50s and 60s. You put in a nickel, dime or quarter, depending where it was- usually in a department store, bank or other commercial venue. There was a little metal contraption outside the door for inserting a coin, and it opened the lock. There wasn’t a time limit. I don’t think the idea was to keep out the homeless then, because- I swear- I never even heard of homelessness then, not until Reagan came to power
I love it when the snarky television media get all excited about something that actually reminds New Yorkers how much of a dysfunctional failure these Republican mayors are. Google “Dan Doctoroff” and “Anvil” and “Bloomberg Administration” and we can safely summarize that the legacy of this Guiliani: The Sequel Administration is going down the toilet for the price of a New York Post (who would even buy that Bridge and Tunnel rag?) There are so many bathrooms in the subway system which remain under padlock so bloviated turistas don’t have to see a gay man (or GOP politician) cruise another man or a junkie or homeless person have a little dignity while they get their shit together. You only have 15 minutes before someone else’s shit backs up onto that Louis Vitton suit. Do they change a dollar or do we risk getting arrested asking for change? Myopic minds want to know…
Usually the door opens. But if you don’t exit you’re subjected to the cleaning cycle.
Oh please its not the FIRST of its kind. theres been one down by City Hall for years. Mist have been a slow news day.
How long do you think before we haer akll the critisms that people are using them for quickie sex?
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