Public Bathrooms at Work

It has to be my least favorite thing about the office, those damn public rest rooms. The building I work in is close to 100 years old, so space isn't plentiful, specially in the bathrooms. The men's room has two stalls and a stand up, and the stalls could never fit a fat man. No not me, sure I am over weight by 20 pounds, but by no means a fat man. Of course the ventilation is practically non-existent, so once somebody goes number 2, you will know it for some time. I am sure I am spoiled, but I just don't like people next to me when I need to go. It is a relaxing time for me to do what I need to do; not worry if I fart to loud or plop. Who needs all that stress, there is enough crap (no pun intended) in this world.

Just this morning I really had to go. Grabbed some reading material and headed off to the john. I unlock the door, walk in and one of the stalls is being used and there is a distinct oder in the air. There is no way I can stay, I leave and hope I am not doing any long-term damage to my bowels.