t/2 – 9’
I spent a good twenty minutes in the washroom, just wanted to make sure everything that needed to get out, got out. I tossed the sandwich in the garbage as if slam-dunking. Washed my face and my hands and proceeded to be late for the second class. I was leaving the washroom quite at the same time someone was coming in.
“What were you doing there?” She said surprised.
“Having a poop, why?” I was upset.
“This is the staff women’s washroom.” She said coyly.
I turned to see the door sign and then back to her, blinked a couple of times and shook my head. “So?”
“Nothing, really…” she noticed my discomfort, “if you, like, have to go, you have to go. See ya.”
The sign on the door was the last thing on my mind when I got in. The place was empty, and I just had landed my butt in the
