A couple from TikTok, Shelby and Dylan, shared a video in 2020, where they were talking about the difference between Americans and Canadians.
“What in the world is a washroom?” Dylan asked. “And what are they washing in there? Oh, it’s a restroom. The only thing I wash in there is my hands,” he then continued.
Then Shelby asked, “Do you rest in a restroom?”
“That’s a good point. They both don’t make much sense,” Dylan said.
As the Mirriam Webster’s Dictionary explained, “water closet” is a noun which describes, “a compartment or room with a toilet” or “a toilet bowl and its accessories.”
In short, it means “WC.”
In Reddit, a user asked to other users, “Why is a public WC called bathroom if there is [no] bath?”
A Redditor commented under, “Americans might similarly ask: ‘Why is it called a WC (water closet) if it isn’t even a closet?”
“In Russian it’s ‘a room without windows’ even if there actually is a window,” then a different Redditor shared, “In Esperanto, it’s necesejo, or ‘necessary place’”
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I Found My Husband with His Lover at the Airport and Decided to Follow Them to Paris — Here’s How It All Unfolded
My reality came crashing down at the airport when I discovered my husband with another woman. This heartbreaking moment led to an unexpected encounter with a charming and kind airline pilot, setting me off on a romantic escapade to Paris. Despite the excitement, I wondered if such a romantic journey could truly last.
Brian and I were facing challenges in our marriage, though I hadn’t fully grasped their weight. Clinging to hope, I held onto my Paris ticket and navigated through the crowded airport, trying to calm my racing nerves.
I planned to surprise Brian on his work trip to France, thinking a romantic getaway in the city of love might rekindle our relationship. But instead, I saw him at the airport with a young woman, their intimate connection undeniable.
My heart broke as the truth dawned on me. “Brian!” I exclaimed, stunned.
His surprise quickly turned to indifference. He released the woman and approached me. “Ava, what are you doing here?” he asked, frowning.
“I wanted to surprise you, to spend time together in Paris,” I stammered, feeling my dream crumble.
Brian pulled me aside, visibly annoyed. “This isn’t a good time, Ava. This is business,” he said dismissively, tearing my ticket apart. “And she’s just a colleague. Go home.”
Tears welled up. “I thought we were trying to fix us,” I said, devastated.
“This was a mistake. Leave,” he said coldly, walking away with the woman, leaving me shattered. I collapsed beside my suitcase, crying, when Jack found me.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice full of concern. I looked up into kind eyes and saw his pilot uniform, finding him handsome.
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