No mystery to me. Girls, we all know that the above is a familiar story – happens to all of us all the time.
The answer to part of the problem is to carry a pursepack of tissues.
My problem is that handicapped toilets are too tall for short little me to assume ‘the Stance’ and still avoid peeing on myself. If there’s only one stall anyplace I go, you can bet it will be one of those tall dealies for wheelchair people.
There are times I wish I were back in Europe where you have a hole in the corner, support handrails, and no seat to worry about – also no germs.
ntaus