I am not one to linger in the bathroom. I do not have a stocked magazine rack next to my toilet. I do not bring the paper with me. I do not lock the door for some alone time. I get in and get out. The bathroom is a place for one thing, and it is not something that I like to think about or discuss in polite company. And I am talking about my own bathroom. A place that I clean. A place where I know all of the people that use it.
Public restrooms are another horror entirely. Before I had a child I would avoid them at all costs. Work was not problem. My body was highly trained to retain all bodily fluids between the hours of 8 and 3. I would use my own before I left the house so I couldn't tell you where they are located at the mall, most restaurants, or any grocery store. I am a little more versed in their placement at local bars, but that was born of necessity. And luckily a little effect of local bars is often selective blackout. If I can't remember using a public restroom, did it really happen?
So imagine my disgust today when I walked into the locker room at my gym. I found an available locker, secured my things and stepped on the scale. Then I walked back to the sinks to wash my hands (gyms are a breeding ground for MRSA you know!) and I saw her. She was coming from the bathroom stalls. She was smiling from ear to ear. She had reading material.
Who does that??????