Rude or not?
So this morning I am alone in the bathroom at work taking my morning dump (I know, but I start at 6:00am!) I had wisely chosen the perfect place for this sort of business, the innocuous 4th stall in a line of 10. Not the first stall, not the last, not the handicapped, so non-descript I'm almost invisible.
Mid-dump, the outer door creaks, heels click across the tile, someone has come in. Someone with big feet. Someone who, despite the nine other available stalls, SITS DOWN RIGHT NEXT TO ME.
I survived, but only thanks to a system of precisely-timed flushes. I wanted so badly to lay into girlfriend about her poor stall choice etiquette, but I couldn't think of anything I could say that didn't sound completely insane.
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"Ours is a culture of pale skin, emotional repression, and discomfort pooping in public bathrooms."
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