The FIRST thing they do is attack the ladies' loos.
I went up and down the Arts building Thrice to find a functioning ladies' toilet. They were either locked or being renovated. Or one had to leap over the (uninviting. [duh]) piece of shit at the entrance of the only one that was open.
So I made horrified Science dork stand guard in front of a men's loo in the paasher building while I peed. I never imagined I'd call anyone bhaiti. Khyak. I must be getting old.
No, seriously, I must. I can't hold it in for as long as I used to be able to.
What's troubling is, we used to not have to be nice to the boys while we hijacked their toilets. Ah well, a little discretion relieves tummy ache. I will stop now.
It's good to be back. Stories to tell already.
But I need to flush sometimes dudes. Give us back our rest rooms.
[Yesyes, comments. I remember. Lovely little people, feel my pain. And paralyzing lethargy.]