Well who’d a thunk it.
Truly we live in wondrous times
And remember, kids, it is not a child-height water fountain.
On a related note - I found the bathroom set up in India completely mystifying for the reasons listed above. Instead of toilet paper, there would be a cold water spigot and a jug. I carried around toilet paper with me because I just couldn’t figure out how that system was supposed to work - it seemed your butt would get super wet and then you’d drip all over your clothes.
I remove my pants altogether and set them on the chair/bench (I was in a hotel). The bidet was right next to the toilet with the toilet paper between them, so there was no shuffling accross the room. But I did have to remember to toss the toilet paper in the toilet for flushing and not in the bidet. I did not get water all over my butt cheaks. Yet, it everything felt so wet I thought I ought to be towelling off, even though the TP sufficed.
However, in a hotel in Panama the “bidet” was more of a fancy, miniature shower head, angled like a dental instrument, on a hose beside the toilet. I got water everywhere and didn’t use it again after the first attempt.
I can see the people out side the bathroom, that has these. They’ll be pointing at people leaving and saying “Look, they used the bidet.”