Simple Pleasures
January 5th, 2006I wanted to write about the simple pleasure of being the first to use a public toilet for the day. There is no greater feeling of accomplishment than when you have to go to the washroom soo bad and have to use a public toilet and get to be the first person to put the seat down, smelling the foul stench of cheap bleach cleaner, and sitting on the cold seat. I find public toilets revolting, and try to use them as little as possible, so when you get to be the first for the day there is something so satisfying about it. No other dirty ass having to either urinate/deficate has used this toilet. Some poor (probably immigrant) lady has cleaned it recently, and you get to be the one to deflower it for the day.
How satisfying! What more could you ask for?
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