If there is one thing I hate ? and believe me, there is way more than one ? it’s the airport restroom. Especially when traveling alone and you have no one to watch your bags, it becomes a bit of a circus act in there. Stalls are often way too small, or the door swings shut too close to the toilet so that you have to squeeze yourself around it ? difficult if you have a backpack or computer bag, let alone a wheeler carry-on suitcase. Then you’ve also got the gross factor if your clothing brushes the toilet, depending on how diligent and detail-oriented the cleaning staff is. Places like O’Hare have the awesome sliding plastic toilet cover which gives one SOME comfort (unless you start to wonder if it simply goes in one end and unrolls again out the other). In Asia, many cleaning staff are women and while they may be diligent, I confess that standing at a urinal with someone’s mother twirling a mop around my feet is a little on the awkward side. Really" Can you wait"
But Japan? oh, Japan. Your unusual obsession with toilet comforts! Heated seats. Bidets and blow dryers. I’ve even seen an audio button that plays what sounded like a rain-forest downpour to cover up that embarrassing noise when the ladies tinkle (uni-sex toilet at a bar, I wasn’t being a perv). It may also encourage the shy bladder, I suppose. But I say all this without meaning to complain.
Take for instance the restrooms at Tokyo’s Haneda Airport.

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