I know, I know, no one wants to read this stuff. But I have to get it out. I feel bound up if i don’t release what i’ve got. The office/loft in which i work is going through some major changes. Everyone is changing desks, adding desks, moving their feet, shuffling around. One specific move has rendered what WAS a VERY private toilet experience a Broadway stage performance. Back in the day, there were ceiling high shelving units creating a wall in front of the 3, yes 3 bathrooms (1 occupant per terlit closet). It was great. You couldn’t even hear people walk by, and the only reason people used the little walkway in between was to grab office supplies. So I was there all the time, a girl loves her new pens.
Anyway, those shelves are now gone. And you can imagine how anxious that makes me. I seriously do not leave the house now until I know I have nothing going on belowdecks. Arg.
No one wants to read this?!?! On the contrary, I believe “toilet talk” is the #2 most popular tag on wordpress.
Good luck with your stage debut…
ooh… this one is tough for me. I have to wait until the bathroom is empty before I can goooo. And I hate when you walk in at the same time as someone who knows you and they want to chat with you… mid pee.