Dura lex, sed lex.

It’s a harsh law, but it’s the LAW!

It would be more correct to say: A stupid law, but a law.

So, the LAW and the toilet, the lavatory, the privy, the latrine, the sanitary unit…

“One day, in the cold winter,” my good friend and his wife went to buy a number of hygiene and other goods at the CVS Pharmaceutical Supermarket in New York or New Haven, Ct, which, in the American manner, sells anything, including pies, sweets, bicycles, Christmas trees, and, among other things, medical products and medicines.

It’s cold, I remind you again.

My friend, a young man, having experienced the “cold reaction of the body”, felt a certain delicate need to visit the toilet in order to relieve his soul, which, as the desire increased, moved to a certain cavity in the lower abdomen and splashed there, constantly reminding him of his overflowing existence.

The sufferer began to look for some kind of inscription above the “place of public use.”

But it DOES NOT!

And suddenly he noticed it ABOUT HAPPINESS, and rushed there with all his soul.

He came up, and on the door it says:

ONLY FOR EMPLOYEES!!!

And for non-employees???

NO ONE!!!

But what to do if nature demands it? You can’t go against Nature.

It remains to rail against the ban.

The main thing is that THERE is NOT a SINGLE EMPLOYEE nearby and up to the horizon of visibility (my friend is a rather tall young man) there is no one to ask for permission from!

He went in, relieved his soul, and happily left.

And in the short time he was THERE, it turns out that a third of a dozen WORKERS ran to the door. Suddenly, on cue, they immediately appeared and showed up. (They probably looked at the security cameras.)

And they attacked him with reproaches and indignation!

What are you doing, you bastard?? Have you forgotten how to read???

“How dare you, you impudent bastard, with your unclean snout…?”

The friend began to apologize and justify himself: They say, you understand, it’s cold, well, the passion just got there. My fault! I’ll get better!

And they keep cursing him.

Finally, he broke free, ran to his wife, who had already collected the goods and went with her to the checkout.

It was before Christmas, and many items were sold at a fifty percent discount. The goods that were in the friend’s cart were mostly “discounted.”

They get the FULL PRICE at the checkout shelf!

The acquaintance objects: Look for yourself: 50% DISCOUNT on these products!!!

And they brazenly answer him: Look youself, those with a discount, the goods are out, and THESE are already without a discount!!!

Then a cohort of scolders arrived and also began to shout that there were no more discounts.

An acquaintance says. Then I won’t be able to buy your goods.

They chorused:

So don’t buy it and don’t come to us at all next time!!!

The wife, a young and overly vulnerable woman, is in a semi–fainting state. It seemed to her that the whole gang of scoundrels was singing the Internationale in unison:

“Are we WORKERS OF the State:

The Great Army of Labor,

We have the right to go to the toilet,

But never you, parasites!”

The chorus sneers: Look WHAT YOU DID to your girlfriend! She’s under nervous stress!

He left, slurping.

On the one hand, he was outraged by such rudeness, on the other, still experiencing some kind of mental awkwardness because of his “violation of the law.”

He told me.

I, being in no way a lawyer, explained to him that IT was NOT HE WHO HAD VIOLATED the LAW, but the supermarket employees, and the law was serious: A VIOLATION OF HIS CITIZEN’S RIGHTS!!! DISCRIMINATION! It won’t take long to go to jail for that!

And no one can fine HIM for violating the “law”, because he has not violated any law.

It says WORKERS on the door.

And he’s an employee too! Government agencies.

But this means, of course, only the employees of THIS store!

First of all, IT wasn’t written anywhere, and WHAT is implied is that he is not a telepath! That can mean anything, EVEN Martians! They are also workers, at home, on Mars!

Secondly: Is the manager of this store an employee or an employer?

He is an EMPLOYER and then HE/SHE is also forbidden to use the toilet!

Let them pee on the street!

But the director is also an employee!

Yes, the company, but not this store. He’s the employer here! Then, it means that the EMPLOYER can still use THIS toilet!

And if he went to buy at another store of the same company, who is he: an employee or just a customer? But it’s not just for customers, is it?

But what is an EMPLOYER? This is the one who gives jobs and pays salaries to employees for their work!

And WHERE does this employer get the money from! Does the company print the banknotes itself?

No, this is nothing but counterfeiting! It is the prerogative of the STATE and only to print money.

This means that employees are paid out of the money that CUSTOMERS leave in the store. So THEY are the REAL EMPLOYERS, and the company is just a transshipment point for this money. But if an employer is still ALLOWED to use the toilet, then it means that all other employers are allowed to!

So, citizens, what a law-abiding toilet collision has happened.

A fool is the law, and he remains a fool!

The moral is clear: There is no place better than home, where no one forbids you to use …

In my apartment, for example, there are two inscriptions on the door of the “combined sanitary unit” (toilet and bath):

Concordia parvae res crescunt, discordia maxime dilabuntur.

In agreement, small things are done, and in disagreement, great things fall apart.

And the second one, borrowed from Literature Newspaper:

Relinquere omnes vestimenta sua vos qui ingreditur hic

Leave your clothes, everyone coming in here!

Or maybe it should have been on the doors of THEIR supermarket bathroom, just like Dante’s?

Relinquere omnes spes vos qui ingreditur hic

Give up hope, everyone who enters here!

30 XII 2020