Memories from the summer
On snowy day in Fredericton. Quick drive-by photo-shooting from the car.
So the other day, I had to poo. It was one of those moments where you want some privacy and sharing the bathroom with other people (although in separate stalls) just isn't an option. Ordinarily I don't really care, we're all in there doing the same thing, but this time seemed different. The word 'explosive' came to mind and I was hoping for a little alone time in the bathroom. Wasn't to happen easily, that's fo shizzle.
I went to bathroom one, and there was a stall-dweller in there. (stall-dweller: person who resides in the bathroom stall, makes no sounds or movements, is in fact waiting for you to leave so they can continue what they're doing) so I proceed to bathroom two which is miles away as the building I work is the size of a large multi-level shopping mall and has about 2 women's bathrooms in it. There's a million men's bathrooms though. Yeesh!
Anyhoo, I get to bathroom two and there is a person in there just leaving the stall and heading to wash her hands. I think "Phew, thank goodness, she'll be out in no time, then I get the loo to myself" I proceed to the stall, sit down, and wait. ..... and wait.... and wait some more... GOOD GOD, does she have O.C.D. ??? She's washing her hands for 10 minutes, I swear it!! She can't possibly have any more germs on them. (Don't get me wrong here, I'm all for washing hands thoroughly after using the washroom, especially in public washrooms. I go so far as to carry a piece of hand towel to open the door on leaving to avoid the germs from the people who do NOT wash their hands...gross) Finally she leaves, turns out, I didn't need the privacy after all. The poo was mostly uneventful and I went through all this, stressing myself out for nothing.
