Ah, the Joys of Being Alone in a (Nice) Public Bathroom
4 min readApr 23, 2020
When I was a young child and was out in public with my grandmother and had to use the bathroom, she’d grab me by the wrist, drag me into the restroom and spend a good five-minutes layering the toilet seat with toilet paper, all while I crossed my legs holding in my pee, protesting and begging her to hurry up.