Bathroom
Okay, I don't know about you guys, but I have a strict set of rules that I follow when I use public restrooms. Don't talk to anyone, don't look at anyone for a very long time, and never eat while using the restroom. The last rule is not just for public restrooms but for my very own home restroom as well. Yet as I used the restroom in school the other day I saw someone come up to the urinal beside me and finish off a Swiss cake roll. Then he totally went to the bathroom. I thought to myself, "I kind of want a Swiss cake roll. But that's gross. You don't eat in restrooms!" Firstly because it is more than a little disgusting, secondly because it is really weird. There are only two seperate situations I can remember eating in a restroom.
Situation One: A Delicious Reeses on the Toilet
So as a young boy I was borderline disgustingly fat. I liked candy. I ate Reeses like crazy and one day I got one at the grocery store. On the ride home I came to the conclusion I had to use the restroom. The equation looked something like this: need to poop>desire to eat candy. So it was settled. I would go to the restroom and then eat the candy. Yet the more I thought about it the more I realized I wanted to eat. The equation was begining to look more like this: desire to eat candy=need to poop. So when I got home I ate the candy bar in the restroom. Just the fact that I remember this, and remember feeling weird about it even when I was a fat dirty little kid, makes me realize something is wrong with eating in restrooms.
Situation Two: A Fordbidden Cupcake
So I like cupcakes. You got me. I like them now, and I'm sure I liked them then. I remember one occasion when my mother almost violently denied me a cupcake. I waited until she was not looking, grabbed the cupcake, and went to the only private room in the house. So I sat on the toilet (and if I remember correctly even pulled my pants down, even though I wasn't using the toilet) and ate the you know what out of that cupcake. Then I flushed the evidence. I just remember that the cupcake didn't taste as good when I was cramming it into my mouth without any pants on.
And that's why I don't eat in the bathroom.
And then I cried until I threw up.
Situation One: A Delicious Reeses on the Toilet
So as a young boy I was borderline disgustingly fat. I liked candy. I ate Reeses like crazy and one day I got one at the grocery store. On the ride home I came to the conclusion I had to use the restroom. The equation looked something like this: need to poop>desire to eat candy. So it was settled. I would go to the restroom and then eat the candy. Yet the more I thought about it the more I realized I wanted to eat. The equation was begining to look more like this: desire to eat candy=need to poop. So when I got home I ate the candy bar in the restroom. Just the fact that I remember this, and remember feeling weird about it even when I was a fat dirty little kid, makes me realize something is wrong with eating in restrooms.
Situation Two: A Fordbidden Cupcake
So I like cupcakes. You got me. I like them now, and I'm sure I liked them then. I remember one occasion when my mother almost violently denied me a cupcake. I waited until she was not looking, grabbed the cupcake, and went to the only private room in the house. So I sat on the toilet (and if I remember correctly even pulled my pants down, even though I wasn't using the toilet) and ate the you know what out of that cupcake. Then I flushed the evidence. I just remember that the cupcake didn't taste as good when I was cramming it into my mouth without any pants on.
And that's why I don't eat in the bathroom.
And then I cried until I threw up.



