Sunday, November 21, 2010

confession of a potty-reading virgin

For me, toilets have only ever served their designated purpose for bodily functions. I never saw the upside to sitting on a cold bowl of excrement for any amount of time longer than absolutely necessary.

Today I took a book into the bathroom with me. I wasn't even going number two.

There was relief there that had nothing to do with the toilet. It was quiet in there. There was no pressure of conversation, no one who needed me or asked me for anything. I could read, like, four pages uninterrupted.

The bathroom is a vacation spot. Who knew?

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