DEpressing
I cannot poop in front of any man or in someone’s house with the exception of a few lucky individuals. This phobia proves to be quite inconvenient seeing as I go out of town alot. It took me a good 6 months to be able to crap in my own house when my ex moved in.
i can’t poo on vacation. or at work. or anywhere other than my own home really.
I left the ladies room at work yesterday when I realized that a woman had come in and was sitting in the stall waiting for me to leave, but I was doing my make-up.
Last week after a night of a many beers and a few morning cups of coffee, i had a rather urgent need to… well. I went into the bathroom, there was a woman in one of the stalls, so I left. I came back a few minutes later and she was still in there! I was feeling pretty uncomfortable, but going with her present was just not an option. To make matters worse, I could hear her scrolling through her Blackberry while she sat on the john.
AH! LADY! FOCUS ON GETTING THINGS DONE IN THERE, NOT CHECKING YOUR EMAIL! SOME OF US NEED TO USE THE FACILITIES! (also, that’s gross.)
I came back after about 5 more minutes and she was gone, thank god. Sweet relief.
