This morning, there was Christmas music on the radio. Now, it’s not time for the non-stop Christmas music (or, as it is also known, Sarah’s Season), but the frost on my windshield combined with Burl Ives made me crave a pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks. I made a special trip. It IS Friday, after all.
Well.. I don’t typically have caffeine in the morning. I typically have juice and water. My bowels were not prepared.
When my hands started swelling, I went and got 36 oz of water and chugged it. And then my bowels were REALLY screaming.
I was so excited when I entered the bathroom and nary a soul was in there. So I took the usual “poop stall”.. you know, the one furthest from the door and in a corner.. and began.
I heard the door open and SURE ENOUGH, someone took the stall RIGHT NEXT DOOR TO ME. Who DOES that? There are twelve stalls in this bathroom, and you pick the one next to me? Seriously? There is the unspoken rule of skipping a stall. Or hell, pick one on the other side altogether. But noooo..
Well, SUCKED to be her, lemme tell you.
HA HA HA HAHA. We have the poop stall too, but we only have three stalls in the restroom on our side of the floor. it’s kind of a, pardon the pun, crap shoot. Can I just say, that every time I go into the bathroom for that purpose, I whisper a little prayer of thanks if no one else is in there? It’s a normal function, why do I insist on total privacy?
Let it fly, ladies. JUST LET IT FLY!
It doesn’t matter what the function if there are 12 stalls, seriously isn’t it common curtesy to leave a couple between you and someone else? You gotta believe that so did not make that womans day
At least you made it to the toilet. Sharting is ugly business.
I am eternally grateful for the small “one-seater” water closet we have at work, far, far from the madding crowd of the bigger, closer bathroom. I am very predictable most of the time, though, so rarely do I need to avail myself of the pooping sanctuary.