Of public restrooms
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I went to UNC Medical Center with Charles today. Shortly before we left I found the public restroom and took a piss. Funny euphemism, would you really want to stop and rest in a public toilet?
Had one of those funny mnemonic flashes, connecting back with my very young self doing his best to get out of the elementary school restroom as quickly as possible. He seemed to be worried. Of what I canít imagine. Or why. I doubt anything bad happened to me in a bathroom. My earliest memories are of happy baths spent with my imaginary friends, but a decent veil is best draw over that.
Perhaps I became like a housetrained dog able to contently control my urination. Aside from a few flickers from Junior High School I donít remember fretting about the school bathrooms. Through the years Iíve never managed to feel completely at home in one. Having an insistent bladder I would strategize in advance, evolve schemes to avoid the need to use one.
But a lust for coffee has often undone my vigilance as it did this morning.