Short Stall Wall
My worst bathroom experience of all time happened at Rufus’s high school, Cow Pie High.
Pimpled Rufus needed to crap real, real bad. Our high school had three sets of bathrooms. One nice (which was locked unless there was a sporting event), one average and one piss room. It was called that because you wouldn’t ever, ever go #2 in that bathroom. Instead of having an enclosed stall for you to do your worst in, like every bathroom in the world, this bathroom had two toilets with no doors.
Not only were there no doors, but a three-foot-tall cinder block wall separated the toilets from each other. A similar wall separated one toilet from the urinal. Essentially, unless you were a small freshman, when you sit down, everyone can see your head as you’re trying to smash.
Not only is there a face to go along with the smell, there’s also that uncomfortable moment where people think they have to talk to each other while they’re going to the bathroom. Easy for the person taking a piss. He’s there for 30 seconds, says his peace and then is gone. The young man taking a dump has to have that conversation maybe 4 or 5 times before the job is done. After that experience, you learn to hold it, even if it means you’re going to get cancer.
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