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Seven years ago when I spent my summer in Poland, I had the cruel and disgusting experience of having to pay to use the toilet...oh yes....coin operated toilets. I'd rather hold it in, than use one of those restrooms ever again. *shudders*
I swear I have a public restroom phobia of some sort. I'm very courteous though when I go; I clean up after myself. I swear every bathroom sink at my college has puddles of water on the counter, and a little soap puddle under the dispenser...that bothers me. The reason I said I must have some sort of phobia is because I take my time in the bathroom. Once when I was a kid, I walked out of the bathroom with tp on my shoe, and I was teased for weeks. So once I go to the bathroom, I wash my hands, dry them, check myself in the mirror, and check my feet before I leave, lol.
And, maybe I'm the only girl that does this, but I tend to feel a little embarrassed if a male sees me leaving the public washroom. Heh, strange, I know. *shrugs*
Any of you girls still in school should know how annoying it is to try and haul your backpack into a stall with you when you're between classes. I don't buy a locker, so I haul my backpack around with me all day, and its not a light weight. heh.
There was this one school I went to in Toronto for the Kiwanis festival (this was years ago), and the stall walls and doors were very small...and close together. I mean, we could look to the left and to the right and see each other's faces while squatting! I just can't put into words how weird that was...lol. :P
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