I still like the super high-tech Japanese Toto toilets with their warm warm-up toilet seats, remote sensors and variable car wash features, but I’m starting to feel a bit pressured by their demands. Every time I walk in the bathroom or come out of the shower, it senses me and opens up (literally) as if to say “how about now?”, “Now?” “wanna pee?”

It reminds me of being in South Beach and walking along the sidewalks on Ocean Drive in front of all the outdoor cafés and restaurants with the host and hostesses immediately and quite emphatically asking  “Care to dine? “Wanna dine!??” “Care to see our extensive menu items?”  Yeah I know the Toto toilet has extensive menu items and options. Too many for my ADHD elderly brain in fact . I had enough trouble figuring out the new beautiful shower with diverter and temperature valve options on my friends Patti and Joel’s Mill Valley guest bath renovation let alone then step out of the glass enclosure and have the Toto toilet accost me like an eager french hostess with “Care to dine, er I mean make wee wee??”