For some reason, whenever I'm in a public restroom stall, I feel like I'm on a game show, racing to beat the clock. Like sitting behind those narrow linoleum walls makes me feel like I'm attempting to disable a bomb before the enemy catches me.
I hate those creases between the door and the stall. I feel like you get a full view money shot of whoever is sitting behind them.
Lord, if only I were a kid again and could hold in nature's callings until I got home.
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