Not long after my usual morning coffee, I had to (let's just get the word out there) poop. I headed into the restroom, and standing right at the sink is a woman doing her makeup. Not just a touch-up, but full on make up. She had her bag out on the counter with various containers and brushes out. This woman was clearly not going anywhere for a while and it was too late to turn back now as she had already seen me.
I went into the stall farthest from her, in hopes to quickly relieve myself and continue on with my day. But as I got in there and sat down, it suddenly got very quiet. All I could hear was the sound of her plastic makeup containers clicking open and closed. I just couldn't go. I really needed to go, but I just couldn't. I tried flushing the toilet to make enough noise to do my business, but I just couldn't seem to go fast enough. After the second flush, I figured the woman had probably caught on to what I was doing, so I pulled up my pants and left the stall defeated.
As I washed my hands, I tried not to make eye contact. I turned toward the paper towels, put she was blocking the holder...I wasn't sure if I should dart out of the bathroom with wet hands or politely ask her to move. I decided to quietly whisper "excuse me" that I'm sure was barely audible to her.
After I dried my hands, I power walked out of the bathroom knowing I would have to return in a little bit in hopes that this time the bathroom would be empty.
