A few weeks ago I was visiting an office in central New York, when I asked to use the “rest room” (aka toilet).
A receptionist handed me a vast key on a wooden board that might have been a prop from a prison drama. Then she sternly warned me to check that the rest room door was “properly locked” after use.
“Why?” I asked.
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