Redlg155
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I know a long time ago there was a discussion on what to do on a public toilet. There may even be one going on now. But if not, here goes.
I detest a public toilet for a sit down time. Just knowing someone else not related to me has used the toilet makes me queasy. Oprah hasn't helped me since that one trucker guy passed the lie detector test to his wife..yep, he got crabs from a toilet seat. Yeah, sure. It also really grosses me out when the seat is still warm from the last customer. Nasty.
Ok..nature and an taco bell was not to be denied, so I said a prayer and gave in. Strange what you think of on the throne. Is someone gonna peek under the stall and see my gun? Can someone see my gun sitting in the next stall? I know for a fact that one guy either had long feet, or that it is normal to see feet, since I saw his. Or I think it was a "he". Can a report of a man in the crapper with a gun overshadow the fact that the observer saw my gun from the confines of his own crapper? At least if the cops come I hope they don't serve my stall with a "no knock" warrant. Give me a chance at least. Paranoia set it and I ended up sticking it inside of my pant leg.
Anyway..what does everyone else do when nature calls? Oh..and on a parting note..don't count how many folks you hear come in, flush, and never wash. You'll find yourself like "Monk".
I detest a public toilet for a sit down time. Just knowing someone else not related to me has used the toilet makes me queasy. Oprah hasn't helped me since that one trucker guy passed the lie detector test to his wife..yep, he got crabs from a toilet seat. Yeah, sure. It also really grosses me out when the seat is still warm from the last customer. Nasty.
Ok..nature and an taco bell was not to be denied, so I said a prayer and gave in. Strange what you think of on the throne. Is someone gonna peek under the stall and see my gun? Can someone see my gun sitting in the next stall? I know for a fact that one guy either had long feet, or that it is normal to see feet, since I saw his. Or I think it was a "he". Can a report of a man in the crapper with a gun overshadow the fact that the observer saw my gun from the confines of his own crapper? At least if the cops come I hope they don't serve my stall with a "no knock" warrant. Give me a chance at least. Paranoia set it and I ended up sticking it inside of my pant leg.
Anyway..what does everyone else do when nature calls? Oh..and on a parting note..don't count how many folks you hear come in, flush, and never wash. You'll find yourself like "Monk".
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