With a few minutes to spare, and a familiar rumbling in my bowels, I headed into the bathroom in the building next to the train station (behind the bread store...what do all buildings-next-to-train-stations have a bread store?)
The stall was occupied, so I patiently waited my turn. When the door finally opened, out stepped a man who was either homeless trying really hard to never, ever bathe.His skin and ragged clothes were covered in a thick coating of grime and he smelled...homeless. He nodded and smiled a yellow-tooth'd grin and stepped out, passing completely by the sink and out the door.
I entered to tiny stall. It was, like most bathrooms behind the breadstore in the building next to the train station, a Japanese toilet. Small enough to begin with, the door to the stall opened inwards, leaving very little room to maneuver. I stepped in carefully, put my stuff on the hook behind the stall door, and noticed it.
Seems the previous user had a healthy lower intestine, but bad aim. He was about 6 inches too far back when he squatted, and his flush, alas, did little good. I now had several options: find another stall (risky given my current state), somehow motivate the airplane into the hangar, if you know what I mean, or stoicly ignore, adapt, and overcome.
I decided for the US Marines-like option, adapting quickly to my situation by squatting WAY forward, my forehead resting on the cool front wall, gripping the Jesus Pipe for all hope in heaven (the pipe that sticks up out of the wall and goes immediately into the floor just in front of the recepticle -- there for no other reason than to give you something to hold onto whilst squatting.)
My aim was truer than contestant number one, and I managed to achieve the objective and extract with no casualties.
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