Sometimes you might think we’re carrying on like a pork chop with all this public toilet business. Public toilet, guardian of the Commonwealth. Public toilet, source of National Morale. Public toilet, etc etc etc. Surely they’re not that important?
Well then. Dumosa would like a word. Dumosa consists of a wheat silo, and a public toilet.
That is to say, fifty per cent of this place—which, bear in mind, is important enough to be on the map—is the public toilet.
And this isn’t some leftover public toilet from Dumosa’s heyday (eg. that time back in 1918 when the town farewelled three young lads who knew exactly what they were doing when they sailed off to “frustrate the unscrupulous designs of Germany”). This is a new dunny—one that’s so popular, the loo brush has been chained up!
It’s safe to say that Dumosa is on the up-and-up. Especially considering that Dumosa was previously best known for the still-unsolved “Dumosa Dam” murder, in which the body of an unidentified cyclist was dumped in a chaff bag and thrown in a dam (presumably for not paying rego).
Since your review, it appears that cost saving measures have extended to cutting back on dunny paper. Heading back from the Tittybong sharp and pointy monument opening on the weekend (yes, it’s finally finished), I had a tail growing as we approached the Calder at Dumosa. Fortunately the dunny hoved into view just as I ran out of farts. Unfortunately, in my frantic dash to redecorate the oval office, I failed to notice that the Lady Scott had gone AWOL. What to do? It was then that I noticed the sign for the eco friendly throne wand with instructions. Fortunately, It appeared that I was the first to give it a go. To be fair, it didn’t do a bad job but I still found it quite harsh on my protruding piles. My only other criticism is that because there was no way of cleaning it, I had to leave it looking like a hedgehog.😬