Two posts in one day??? **GASP**
I couldn't resist though. Elizabeth - this one's for you. You say you like putting voice to the random things you think and you appreciate when others do it to, so how's this one for you?
Have you ever noticed how easy it is to get into a public bathroom stall, but it seems impossible to get back out at times? It's like climbing up on to something, and finding the climbing up easier than the climbing down. Getting into a stall is easy, you just slip in and close the door. But when you're done, you suddenly realize that if you don't move it the door is going to beam you one or leave you sitting on the toilet just to get the blasted door open. And I'm not having this problem just because my belly is bigger than normal. It's always been an issue for me.
And while we're on the topic of public toilets, isn't the concept of stalls in a bathroom rather bizarre? It's sort of like you have your own personal little room, but in reality, you're just a bunch of people sitting down in one big big room relieving yourself all at the same time. WEIRD! But so normal because we're raised that way. I wonder if the queen has ever used a public washroom, and if she'd find it strange because she usually has her perfectly wallpapered room with a little boudoir and marble sink to wash her hands in. Hmm.
I won't carry on about such a taboo topic as relieving yourself, I just found it funny today when I encountered a door that I swear was much smaller when I entered the stall than when I exited it.
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