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Saturday, January 10, 2009

Restrooms: the crowning point of awkward

Public bathrooms are awkward.

Although I thank my lucky stars for the chance I have to conduct my business behind the privacy of a stall door, unlike the male species, I still cannot help but get the heebee geebees every time I walk into a restroom. I stand in line amongst other potty users, silently contemplating which stall I will occupy, and who the stranger was before me to rest their rump on the seat. I scan the stall doors as I become the next in line, watching intently for the individual who leaves their stall first. My eyes rake over their person as I try to determine exactly which communicable diseases I'm going to have to try and save myself from. Like that itty bitty piece of tissue paper I so carefully place on the seat will do anything. Lets be real here.

What about the bathrooms that are simply a room with a toilet? The kind only one person goes into at a time (or possibly a few depending on your age). At work we have a bathroom like this. We share it with the employees at the grocery store. If the bathroom is occupied I have one of two options: hike to the other end of the store to pee, or merely wait for the person to finish. I most often choose the ladder. Said person exits the restroom and there is an awkward moment of confrontation. He/She is caught leaving the restroom, and I am caught going in. You stare for a moment, smile, and try to conceal the thoughts racing through your mind. Both of you are trying to conceal the fact that you are/were using the toilet. Like its something unordinary. Yes boys, ladies go too. Get over it. The worst is if there is a stench. All too often I find myself wanting to chase them down and teach them the courtesy flush. Once while I was waiting to go, a lady exited looked at me sheepishly and with eyes downcast offered her apologies. Confused I stepped in and was assaulted by a hideodorous stench. I was sure someone had died in there.

I need to increase my bladder strength to be able to hold it until I can get home. Is it possible to hold it for eleven hours? Without doing any damage? Bathrooms are weird. Period.

3 thoughts:

Clint and Sheri said...

Amber you kill me, I love you! Looks like I'll be seeing you at some basketball games huh? I better anyways!

Lauren said...

lol your silly! I try in every way to resist using any bathrooms but my own! Sharing with a guy is a whole different story let me say... TOILET SEAT UP now TOILET SEAT DOWN... now lets repeat this one more time to get into your head! i'm always nervous i'll fall in when Ihave to go in the middle of the night and am half asleep...

Krystal said...

Ha! All too true, and you express it so well in your writing. My worst public restroom experiences are when Lincoln was a baby and we were driving back to WA to visit Aaron's family. After one try changing a diaper in a gas station bathroom (the worst kind!) without a changing table, I made Aaron stop at hotels for the rest of the trip so I could use the bathroom in the hotel lobby to change the baby. He thought I was ridiculous.