Background and preliminary research:

What is it about those alien robotic pay-toilets around San Francisco that makes me feel so bewildered?

They're at once familiar, yet confusing. Yes it's a toilet, but it's been translated out of its original context and then reinserted back into the landscape.

I think it's kind of like Engrish . When examining Engrish, I can understand the words alright, but they've taken quite a trip away from their original meaning, and been assembled back into something both understandable and perplexing.

But as for these public facilities, in a moment of desperation in the late Summer of 1996, I think I used one, but I can't remember much about the experience, which is strange, since it's not often (almost never) that I find myself interacting with a giant robot toilet.

Did the reward for my 25 cent user fee also include a spritz from a memory erasing mist to ease the psychic trauma of relieving myself while sealed in an automated metal box in a very public place, hoping -- no, praying -- that the decreasing readout on the digial timer inside really means that door is not going to open before before it says it is? And when I press the exit button, will it open at all?

Yes, I think the JC Decaux public toilets are worth of the title of U.T.D. (Unattractive Tourist Destination).
As for a similar anagrams, are they capable of producing a U.T.I. (Urinary Tract Infection)? Perhaps not directly, but through inspiring someone to hold it in instead of step into the jaws of a turd munching metallic sculpture, perhaps indirectly, yes.

Some facts I learned
about the 'lets from the 'nets:

There are 25 of them in San Francisco.

The toilets are provided and maintained at the expense of a private company.

As a tourist destination, it would only cost you $6.25 to visit them all. Rather inexpensive when compared to the cost of visiting even one restroom at the average amusement park. And those aren't even automated.

But, that's a rather pointless fact, since even if you had a copious amount of liquid beverages, I do not think you could use them all in one day. You might be able to stop to comb your hair with the aid of the mirror inside, or just to wash your hands, though.

Preliminary research phase complete.

Compilation of information and distribution to target audience:

As the Robot Toilet Tourist Board, I figured

the most appropriate way to reach my target audience would be to write the brochure in Engrish.

That way, I could prepare the visitor for the disorientation they were about to face upon entering the portal of doom.

I had planned to create a flier and either hand it out in the vicinity of a public robot toilet, or attach it to the outside of the structure. Upon arrival at the scene of 16th Street and Mission, I decided that in order for my fliers to have any chance at a lifespan that could include being obtained and read by a random person, I would post them inside the bot-let.

Again I will mention, up to this moment when I walked in, I hadn't used one of these devices for over 10 years. My discovery upon entering has reassured me that posting a brochure inside this affront to the senses may actually have the unplanned side effect of calming someone's nerves and preventing a panic attack.

Results of scouting mission to the unattractive destination, and presentation of brochure:

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