Ready to rock?

I dislike when I enter a bathroom ready to rock and see that their is one person left and about to wash their hands. I get all relaxed knowing I'll have the bathroom to myself. But when that person happens to be the type of person that will not only wash each finger methodically they usually end up being the type of person that will take their time fixing their hair and reapplying all of their makeup. Which means that I have to find a way to extend the time that it takes to get to a stall to do my business - including going to the baby room to set down my toothbrush and toothpaste, check out one or two stalls and act as if they are too dirty for my standards, and then take out two toilet seat covers, sit down and prepare my toilet paper. If they haven't left by this point in time their is no helping what will come next.

Well, all of this and more happened today. Except it felt more uncomfortable since one of my sisters-in-law clogged our toilet yesterday (totally awesome sister-in-law by the way, so I don't really mind). Which wouldn't be a problem except that we don't have a plunger and the medication that I was taking for my week long absence of movements (thank you Mexico) decided to be cured yesterday at the same time. A week is a long time to eat and to not dispose. So now that I am able to dispose, I need to dispose - and it's so not cool. The need to dispose and fear of disposing while other people are in the same room plus a clogged toilet at home - is really uncool. But to my surprise the bathroom-sink wader left before the tirade began! I was overjoyed that I didn't have to endure her thoughts of pooping ridicule! I was making my way through, disposing and the end was in sight! Nothing could be worse than the toilet mingler, . . . except for the interrupter. No one likes to be interrupted in the middle of a movement, right? I certainly don't. Call it what you may, but the interrupter or intruder has no idea of their intrusion. They are only thinking of doing what you are already doing. It's natural. And I can't get upset at being interrupted. . .. except it is upsetting. Not emotionally, but more physically at the stop or the seizing-up of a movement. I know I'm getting pretty graphic here so I'll stop. I just thought I share my experience, hoping that I'm not the only one out there that thinks about their bathroom visits while sitting at their desk.