European Toilets

This is not a post of the faint hearted, so if that is you, I suggest you read no further.
Here is the thing... I have always hated the toilets, not just in Scotland, but in Europe in general, and here is why.
The flush buttons confused me for years, and there is not enough water in the toilet bowl.
I'm all for being green, but not when it makes my toilet brown.
The water in the toilet bowl in America, is quite high up in the bowl. If you do a number two, it floats around in the water, then you flush, and occasionally it leaves a streak, but a second flush will take care of that, and you rarely have any sign that a number two just took place.
Here, you have a tiny bit of water that just covers the small opening in the toilet. This makes it so that your BM hits the back of the toilet bowl and slides down into the water leaving something resembling a  cow patty on the back of your toilet, forcing you to give the toilet a good scrub with a toilet brush every time you drop a deuce, and keeping you in fear of having a number two if you visit a friend who doesn't keep a toilet bowl brush in their guest bathroom.
The amount of water in the bowl is supposed to keep you from wasting too much water, but when I have to flush the toilet three times before I even get the brush out, I feel like this doesn't actually save much on water.
Now for the flush buttons. In germany, we had a big button you pushed on the wall, here you have two bottons either on the wall or the top of the toilet tank. I have never been able to tell the difference between the flush of one button to the other, so for a few years, I just pushed both buttons at the same time. As it turns out, one button is for flushing pee, and the other is for flushing poo. One has a slightly bigger flush, and if you push both together, it does the bigger number two flush. This is to conserve water when you flush the toilet.
Now I have hated the toilets here for years, but figured I wasn't going to be gross enough to say anything to ANYONE until my step daughter, Amy, came to America with us last summer for a family gathering.
We just arrived at the hotel when she announced she didn't like the toilets in America, because it was disgusting to see your poo floating around in the bowl.
Then Paul, my dear husband whom I love but have nothing in common with, agreed with her, and I had to admit that I missed that part of the bathroom experience...
That said, I would much rather have these toilets than the one I had in Ethiopia... a big hole dug in the ground.