Last year I identified a workplace poop toilet for myself. It’s in the next building over. It’s a single toilet. A men’s toilet. It’s outside a large office in which only women work. So this toilet is always unused. Always clean. Always private. If I (rarely ever) need to poop at work, this is where I go.
Today I was on my way and a work acquaintance intercepted me. Every turn I took, he seemed to be going the same way and was telling me about his mother’s fractured hip along the way. I had to walk twice as far beyond where I intended and finally shook him with a bogus excuse for needing to go to some unrelated department; and then had to check around corners while I double back.
I’ve made it though. Just wanted to update you all about this while I’m on the throne.
I have a coworker who does this all the time. Half the time i get rid of him by saying “Excuse me, I am about to violently shit my pants.” And walk off. Sometimes not even in the direction of a bathroom.
Point is, everyone poops. They shouldn’t care if you have to do an important bodily function and they certainly have no right to prevent you from pooping.
It’s keeping the secret of the glorious private pooper that is the problem here.
Mostly this 👆