Anecdote time.
My mom's stepmom was born in 1926. She grew up with a pit toilet as the family toilet, but it was a special one. Inside the shack, they had two seats. One was normal size and the other was smaller, to be more kid-friendly.
As she and her siblings got older, they would say that using the regular-sized seat was a sign of maturity. And, being siblings, they'd often use the toilet two-at-a-time.
One morning before school during the height of the Depression, she and her sisters went to the outhouse before leaving for school, shouting "Big hole, big hole!" to call dibs on the toilet seats and flex how mature they were that they could handle the adult-sized seat.
Turns out there was a hobo (her words) in the outhouse. "…and he scurried out of there so fast and we never saw him again".
Being homeless then was nicer because there was "public" toilets everywhere.
Made some notes for you if you head to YVR https://levisan.me/articles/visiting-vancouver.html
If I'm understanding the Space Liability Convention correctly, if one of Elon's rockets were to crash on my house and kill me, my family would have to petition the government to petition the US government to charge SpaceX for the damages. https://buttondown.com/levisan/archive/151/
If you think I'm weird in cyberspace you should find me in meatspace. Catholic
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