Never Pass A (clean) Bathroom

This post will NOT be graphic – I’m not into sharing potty stories. I consider my writing to be intellectual, even though it's on a low level.

My question for today - Why don’t I learn? Is that an aging thing or just a dumb thing? For example, I use a friend’s office occasionally and every time, every time, as I am locking up, I pause and think, “Should I stop at the bathroom? I don’t need to; I can walk home.” Then, I go through more of the same routine, “But…what if I go into a shop and see something pretty and spend time? What if I sneeze or laugh or… what if someone chases me and I have to run. (that fear seems to appear more frequently these days)”

So, I slink back and grab the restroom key. It’s not like I'm in a rush when I leave. I don't catch a train, don't have needy, small children, and I'm not curing cancer, or even cooking dinner, but I heat foods very nicely.

Hope is not lost. Here’s the small bit of learning that has occurred. I duplicated the bathroom key so I can lock up, stop, have the same damn conversation, go to the bathroom without returning to the office, and then leave the building, saving almost 45 seconds. That’s a small victory for an old dog learning new tricks, but it irks me that I still go through the same routine, asking the same questions, and coming up with the same answers. I don’t wake up and wonder if I’m going to brush my teeth today. Well, some days I wonder...

I have one other post about bladders, but I won’t put it up for a couple of weeks, so you don’t assume that’s all I think about. By then, most of you will have long forgotten this post.

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