That's not the half of it. The men's toilets stink like, well, use your imagination. They're so bad it requires someone with a committment to old-school journalistic values to actually fall asleep in them. Fortunately, The Post still has Steve Dunleavy to uphold traditional values.

Oh, and another thing -- ther toilets' accoustics are shocking. Sit in one stall and you can hear if the person in the next one is a paper folder or a wadder. And I won't even mention the former editorial page titan who used to maintain a private commentary while exercising his bowels!