So I work sitting down all day. And it was a good few hours between breaks. I desperately needed to go to the loo and when I do I realise I'm alone. I let rip a series of farts, for about 30 seconds. So deep and satisfying my boobs shake from the vibrations.
I think I'll never wipe the smile from my face. When I hear the soft but distinct sound of toilet paper being pulled from a dispenser.
Oh the shame. I give her ample opportunity to leave. She soaps. I sit and wait. She rinses. I put on my pants. She dries her hands. I stand there, waiting to go. Then... I dunno. I think she checks her make up or some shit. What happened to the ladies toilet code, where you leave as soon as possible to give the other person a chance to have dignity remain intact?
Luckily I don't care about others opinions.