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Toilet Misadventures
Jan. 25th, 2011 12:17 amUsually, I avoid public toilets - I have a very sensitive nose. But today, fate conspired against me, and forced me to make the acquaintance of the grandly named "WC-Center" at a train station I have been spending way too much time in lately. I loitered reluctantly just outside, but finally I paid my 50c, briefly got my suitcase stuck in the turnstile, dragged it past the deserted row of urinals, and chose the least repelling of the stalls. Which was plenty repelling, and caused me to lament to myself at the deplorable state of the nation.
When I got out of the stall, there was a young man with his back to me peeing into one of the urinals at the far wall. And I thought to myself - "oh, hey. Yeah, I did see urinals, didn't I. *Urinals*. You know, self, those things they don't usually have in women's toilets...?"
And then I debated briefly with myself over whether I could wash my hands quickly enough to be out of there before the peeing young man stopped peeing, turned around and became a non-peeing shocked young man, before once again getting my suitcase stuck in the turnstile on my way out.
Argh.
This wasn't even the first time I've crashed a men's toilet. Just the first time I didn't know I was doing it. Well, except for that one time, when the row of urinals was already fully in use when I opened the door, and it was hard (even harder) for me to miss that I was in the wrong place. Errr.
When I got out of the stall, there was a young man with his back to me peeing into one of the urinals at the far wall. And I thought to myself - "oh, hey. Yeah, I did see urinals, didn't I. *Urinals*. You know, self, those things they don't usually have in women's toilets...?"
And then I debated briefly with myself over whether I could wash my hands quickly enough to be out of there before the peeing young man stopped peeing, turned around and became a non-peeing shocked young man, before once again getting my suitcase stuck in the turnstile on my way out.
Argh.
This wasn't even the first time I've crashed a men's toilet. Just the first time I didn't know I was doing it. Well, except for that one time, when the row of urinals was already fully in use when I opened the door, and it was hard (even harder) for me to miss that I was in the wrong place. Errr.
