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’”
What do you think? Let us know.
My Husband Disappeared Shortly After Our Marriage — 17 Years Later, I Encountered Him at a Church Service
As the congregation dispersed, a laugh halted me in my tracks— a laugh hauntingly familiar. Turning around, I saw him. Richard’s silhouette was unmistakable, his hair now touched with grey. His eyes met mine, wide with shock, mirroring my own astonishment. It was unequivocally him.
A woman at his side asked if he was ready to leave. He briefly conversed with her before telling her to meet him at the car, and then he turned to me, setting a meeting at Tom’s Cafe on River Street.
An hour later, at the cafe, Richard, fraught with nerves, began to unravel the story of his disappearance. He confessed that an old flame, his high school sweetheart, had returned, confessing her enduring love. Caught in a tempest of past emotions, he realized he still loved her. This confession crushed me, as I had clung to his memory and the hope of his return.
Stunned, I confronted him about my unwavering loyalty. “You know that I didn’t remarry and waited for you all these years?” The shock in his expression was palpable. Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, I stepped outside, Richard trailing behind, apologizing profusely. I left him there, just as he had once left me.
In the aftermath, as I processed the betrayal and heartache, I resolved to forgive Richard for my peace. I reached out to Jake, opening myself to the possibility of new beginnings. But, I vowed to live for myself above all, a promise etched deep within my heart.
This story, while deeply personal, reflects the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unexpected trials and the journey towards self-discovery and forgiveness. It serves as a reminder of the strength we harbor within, capable of overcoming even the deepest of wounds.
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