the TINY stall
the TINY stall screamed my name. i wonder if the lady at the sink heard me sigh, under my breath when i saw the small space the bathroom designers actually expected me squeeze into. no kidding, my ass touched the sides of the blasted stall! but i really had to pee. and so i subjected myself to the indignity of being a fat woman squeezing herself into a skinny woman’s toilet stall. i did the sideways squeeze into the stall. then had to really suck it in to close the door. pulling my pants down, yeah that posed a real challenge. who needs yoga, i’m thinkin’? not me! i scraped my ass on the edge of the toilet paper dispenser. i kept thumping the wall of the stall the adjoins to the only other toilet stall in the bathroom. like some sort of penned up livestock.
No Comments
No comments yet.
Comments RSS TrackBack Identifier URI
Leave a comment
