While at the Cerritos Sheraton, I had occasion to visit the bathroom and to be reminded that my own existence is not as corporeal as it sometimes seems.
The bathroom was controlled by electric eyes, their beady red lights watching the patrons and flushing for them.
Or, in my case, just flushing all the time.
I can only assume that the e-eyes have a hard time seeing me--why else would they flush seven times while I am sitting on the toilet, stationary?
Obviously, my opacity is at fault.
Is there some sort of vitamin I could take?