not me sobbing once my dad went to sleep because he is so sad that he had a hip replacement and a hernia in the same year - he literally takes so much pride in taking care of himself that having all of this happen makes him feel so old and shitty. 💔
All that context just to share that my little irk is walking into bathroom #2 and seeing someone I know in there because I crave the anonymity of popping privately 😩
Because then I’m obviously going to talk to them and I’m like sorry girly - you’re about to hear me poop.
There are two bathrooms in my office:
-The first has two stalls which makes it TINY, AND it’s closest to the desks. As a result there’s an unspoken rule that no dumps shall be taken there.
-The second is bigger and has like 10 stalls, dumps are meant for this bathroom.