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I’m so glad I’m not a guy. I have issues with using the bathroom at work. This is the first job I’ve ever had with a bathroom with stalls. I’m afraid people will still know that it’s me by my shoes and they will tell everyone about my shy bladder. No less than five times have I gone to the bathroom and had to leave without peeing because I couldn’t. Apparently, it could always be worse.

thenotes:

Allowed a choice in the matter of peeing in public restrooms, I’ll take a closed stall over an exposed urinal or (kill me) communal trough. I’ve been the same all my life, I know, because one of my youngest memories—let’s say age nine—has me wriggling out of the church pew one…