I had to go to the bathroom at the grocery store. There was an anxious man lurking at the bathroom door. I just gave him a look and went in and found an empty stall. I really didn’t think much of the guy at the door until I heard a small voice in the next stall. She asked me my name and if I had and animals and how old my kids were. We discussed cartoons until I finished washing my hands. I asked her if she needed any help and she told me no. As I was leaving, having the door open she talked to her dad for a minute. I patted him on the shoulder, gave him the this too shall pass. Called him Father of the Year and left. I would have felt OK having him in the same restroom but people are weird about that. I grew up with 5 people and one bathroom and not shy. Most people aren’t like that.
There's a post about how they do public restrooms in Scandanavia. Then there's all the trans activism around restrooms. Maybe we need a totally different solution. Of course, when you're a parent, using the 'loo in front of your small children is a thing--or you're going to make life difficult for yourself. Like when you're on a crowded ferry between Italy and Greece with your small child and you get a call of nature for example.
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