I must have privacy and couldn't bear it if someone barged in and saw me in the bath or on the loo!
Could be worse
A little story
Asian facilities
HK, at the turn of the century was pretty uptown, at least in Kowloon and neighboring areasā¦..but up the road, north of Shenzhen in Tangxia Village, Dongguan, the theme changed a bit.
While inspecting a factory there, an overpowering urge stopped me in my tracks.
Seems the dog I ate the previous night was not CDA grade A, ācause I was percolatinā.
I subtly grabbed my brokerās shirt with clenched fists and whispered my desires in his ear.
Apparently, doubling over and grimacing was sufficient body language, as several people pointed my way to the lavatory.
Full pedal down the long straightaway, periodically stopping, frozen, like a sow in heat, then full throttle thru the tiled āSā turn and I was home free.
āCept there were no stalls,
and no toilets,
and no trough
ā¦.just a few tiled holes in the floor.
Clean though. Very clean.
Itās just there was no way I could wrap my mind around a remote possibility of a successful mission.
The prairie dogging salad shooter would definitely have ended up mostly somewhere inside my Wranglers.
My mind racedā¦.take off the jeans and perchā¦then what?
No TP
Whatās with the waterfall?!
Oh, no way.
The term āSuck it upā became quite tangible.
If the tongue is the most muscular organ of the body, the sphincter has to be a close second.
So, I slowly strolled out of hole haven toward my broker, as nonchalantly as possible with compressed cheeks, and subtly grabbing his shirt with clenched fists, whisper/screamed,
āto the hotel, NOW!!ā
Yeah, Iāve left many a scat in the bush, but a coed hole-in-the-floor lavatory was just a bit too much.