TECH, NO!

Amid all the buzzing about technology and its proper place in our lives, I offer an anecdote from the life of Millie.
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To set the scene...imagine a not-so-sterile, rest stop bathroom, complete with new-fangled, self-flushing toilets. Place atop one of them a small tyke who hates these toilets because they startle her by flushing before she finishes her business.

[Business finished after one unexpected and interruptive flush.]

Millie, standing, hand on hip, staring at toilet: "Fyush."

Toilet, quiet and still: No response

Millie, much louder with echoes, now pointing demandingly at the toilet: "Fyush youself!"

Toilet, slightly intimidated: "FLOOOOSSSHHH."

Millie, mouth agape in triumph and awe: "It did fyush itself!"

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Even a toilet that doesn't flush itself is cause for amazement, though.
What street rat dodging between the houses of London could have imagined such a thing a few hundred years back?
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And now I'm off to give a few loads of soiled clothing to a revolving metal man who cleans for me.