That's stepping over a pretty low bar

As you will recall, Paula recently traveled to the US briefly for Mike and Adrienne's wedding, obviously by air (however, if she had hitch-hiked, there wouldn't have been baggage limitations.)

Many of us fear airplane toilets, and will go to great lengths to become severely dehydrated before air travel.  While dismissed as a myth, it may or may not be true that folks have been sucked out through the toilet in mid-flight.  I don't know, I'm just saying, but I don't drink much beforehand.  I'm just saying.
Their design, while deemed diabolical by some, is a marvel of efficiency.

Anyway, having to powder her nose during the leg of her trip between Lima and Dallas, it suddenly hit Paula:  the airplane facility was nicer than any public bathroom she had seen in Peru!

It had, in no particular order, but to her increasing amazement, a) a toilet seat (not considered a standard feature down here), b) toilet paper (it is routinely 'liberated'), c) something called paper towels, which I vaguely remember from a previous life, d) warm, flowing water (!), e) soap, and f) a door, and it even closed! And locked!  Dude!

We hope that you have better luck than we have when the need arises.

Dave and Paula