Usually, I don't mind. Really, I don't. Japanese toilets are good for a quick in and out. You get in, you get done and then you get out. Today, however I wanted to stay a little longer (if you know what I mean) but fate conspired against me.
The store was crowded. No surprise there it was after all Saturday and the time of year people start thinking about Christmas gifts. I tried the bathroom on the first floor, the line was not so long and moving rather quickly, so I decided to wait.
Four western-style toilets and one Japanese-style toilet. And the westerner gets- a squatter.
Quick in and quick out to find another restroom.
The second floor was much the same, except there were five western- style toilets and one Japanese-style. Taking my chances, I rolled the dice and got, you guessed it, another Japanese-style one.
Then it was the third floor and it was now or never. Five western-style toilets, one Japanese toilet.
I opened the stall door and ole squatty smiled back at me.
Squatty one, Trisha zero. Oh, but I will be back...... just as soon as I get this cramp out of my foot!!