That's right that's what I said. Sucks. Hands down. No you're not misreading.
Long day, up early, lots of travel and customer meetings, and the associated coffee that goes along with it. After 2 1/2 hours on a train I disembark and realize finally that I need to make a potty break. Ok need is a bit soft a word....I suddenly was BUSTING which only meant one thing. Bolt to the nearest public washroom in the station and relieve myself. Sounds to easy and yes indeed it didn't quite go exactly that way. Jeepers I hit the line... That loong line of women queued up to use those presious few (mind you same number as men's room) stalls. Bloody hell... I was squarmimg, toes pointed in all kinds of directions. Meanwhile, and man goes in his entrance one come out, couple goes in few comes out ... But NO LINE, no backlog. Aaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhh. This sucks.
Now got to thinking why is it that there hasn't been a female revolution regarding washrooms in public spaces. 2:1 maybe a good idea hmmmm people.
My god. And yes I couldn't resist but to let out a good ole Ahhh as I went, quite uncharacteristic of me of late but it was needed/deserved.
So yes ... Sucks to be a woman (when you need to go bad in a public area).
Shame on me for not going on the train which would have just got me going on the size of those damn stalls when you are all dressed up for business meetings.
Cheers all... A much relieved Jennifer with a lesson learned
Go often, even if you don't think you need to go.