For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while (if you’re still there) you’ll remember that I have had issues with bathrooms in the past. For those of you who are just popping in, I have issues with bathrooms. So, we’re all on the same page? Awesome.
Today, I had several issues.
My ‘How to teach English’ class ended at 10:30. I kind of needed to pee, but I’d been late getting to class and I didn’t want to be late to my next one. So I rushed downstairs to my next class. I should probably tell you that it’s impossible to be farther away in the school than this class. It’s literally the last room at the very back.
I sat through class and by the time we got to the break, I definitely needed to pee. I walked quickly out of the classroom. I was well on my way and then I ran into one of the English profs just as she was coming out of the photocopy room. We ended up stopping in the hall and chatting about the English Studies journal we’re working on.
At last we separated and I walked to the end of the hall, turned right and saw the most horrible thing I saw today. There was a bar across the door with that terrible ‘closed for cleaning’ sign. There were about twenty people in the hall who witnessed me about face while shouting “DAMMIT!”
I ran up the stairs to the second floor and walk/jogged down the hall to the nearest bathroom. What, you may be wondering, could possibly go wrong? Well, in a bathroom containing three stalls, one of them was out of order. And then there was a line. Four girls. The universe didn’t want me to pee! And I really needed to pee!
In the end, the second the one girl opened the stall door, I was already moving toward it. After that, it all went downhill, pardon the pun.
I have to admit that in spite of being annoyed that the bathroom on the first floor was closed, I am happy to see that they do on occasion get cleaned.
Lauren.
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