The JFK International Urinal Fly
The theory, as I understand it, is that high-volume urinals (like the ones at JFK) are expensive to maintain because men (ahem) blast away at the urinal cakes and they require constant replacement. So some genius came up with the idea, "What if we gave men something else to aim at?" I bet it works. When I stood in front of the urinal--just nearby, mind you--the urge to wipe away that fly was quite primal. Anyway, I'm just passing this on (sorry) so those of you who are out-of-town guests can add yet one more thing to the sightseeing list.
Here's another photo, to give a sense of the actual scale:
(PHOTO: The New York urinal fly (musca cloaca) in its natural habitat. [Reuters/AP])
Labels: humor and whimsy, pictures
1 Comments:
This has inspired me to blog my stray poo story. Alternately titled "Why I am a good person". You can probably tell that it, or me for that matter, is (are?) not for the faint of heart.
Howdy Cowboy...
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