I used to work in an old building with six floors. The bathrooms were all in the common area hallways, only two stalls per floor. It was a challenge to find an

I used to work in an old building with six floors. The bathrooms were all in the common area hallways, only two stalls per floor. It was a challenge to find an empty one between 8-10am, running up and down the stairs frantically trying door knobs. You either got there early, or you waited and then suffered the smell of the last peoples’ business while you did your business. Oh, the frustration of stealthily making your way to the hallway only to get stopped by a chatty coworker as your bowels begin to churn. The ticking of the clock as the sweat drips down your face. The movement of your coworker’s lips in slow motion as small talk pours out of their mouth while everyone else sneaks off to fill the bathrooms up. Nah, can’t say I miss that part very much.