No red guitar (on fire*) in sight, though, just this:
1) Why does anything need to be taken beyond anyone’s desires? Let alone a toilet, of all things?
2) Just how beautiful does anyone desire a shopping mall bathroom to be, anyway? As long as it’s a) clean, b) functional, and c) well-stocked with paper and soap, I don’t, um, give a shit (sorry) how gorgeous it is.
Incidentally, the poster was located right next to a garbage can that quietly said “thank you” when I put my Subway sandwich wrapper in it. I wasn’t sure if I’d heard right (there was lots of background noise), so I asked Mr E Man if it had also spoken to him when he got rid of his tray. He replied that it had, thereby depriving himself of the immense entertainment of lying and then watching me freak out about hearing imaginary voices in garbage cans.
Man, I hate malls. I wish they weren’t so convenient.