tell me about it

Recently I’ve been holding my pee in until it’s absolutely necessary for me to empty my bladder; then I make a run for the loo. Because it’s just so troublesome to go to the toilet nowadays.

First I have to find the access card which is probably in the pocket of the last pair of pants I wore. Where are the last pair of pants I wore? Which pair of pants did I wear last in the first place? Arrgh.

Then I have to tap the access card on the gate that bars the staircase, open the gate, walk up the stairs, and enter the access code on the girls’ bathroom door before I can open the door to the little girls’ room.

It’s like entering a military zone or something. All because too many idiot men insist on sneaking into the girl’s loo to listen to us pee and take under-door shots of naked women.

Urgh.