WHY do train stations never have toilets??
After walking what felt like six entire continents to get there, i to find out I’ve got to wait 40 minutes for my train — and there’s not a single bathroom in sight. Where am I meant to pee? The floor?? The void?.
No shops. No bushes. Just empty silence and this sad, crusty flowerpot. I look around — not a soul in sight. So I think: fine. No one’s here. I’ll be quick. Strategic. Discreet. And like any dignity-dead citizen would do: I squat behind the pot. and I do the deed — real stealth mission — and as I’m digging in my bag for something to wipe with, I glance up…
AND THERE IS A MAN..
He didn’t speak. He didn’t flinch.
He just… stared.
And took off his glasses. SLOWLY.
LIKE WHY DID HE JUST STARE?? Bro — LOOK AWAY. Have some human decency!! Blink!! Pretend you didn’t see!! But nooo — this man locks eyes with me like he’s just discovered a new species of public humiliation.
And the worst part?? I have no idea how much he saw. Did he catch the whole performance? Just the aftermath? Me digging for a tissue like a raccoon?? I WILL NEVER KNOW. AND THEN — as if the moment wasn’t cursed enough — this man… takes off his glasses.
Takes. Off. His. Glasses.
Like sir??? WHY?? Are you trying to get a clearer view of my shame?? This isn’t an art exhibit. It wasn’t that dramatic. Come on. You’re doing TOO MUCH. Leave me with something. A crumb of dignity. PLEASE.
I have never in my life felt my soul leave my body so violently. (I, of course, hid at the other end of the station so i wouldn’t have to see this man again)
But let’s be clear:
I blame the train station.
Not myself.
Not my bladder.
Not even the man.
If you don’t offer a public toilet, you’re encouraging war crimes behind your floral décor. This is urban design terrorism. I want answers. I want compensation. I want… a bathroom.
TL;DR:
Train station had no toilets, so I peed behind a flowerpot thinking no one was around. Mid-wipe search, I look up and see a man staring at me in shock. He then slowly took off his glasses like he was trying to process the trauma. I ran. I am now spiritually deceased
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As someone who rides the train often, I also lament the lack of bathrooms at/near train stations. Thank you for the great writing though, it gave me a good laugh!
Maybe he also wanted to pee behind the flowerpot.
Nice story ChatGPT
This is kind of hilarious. It just made me think of when kids will stare into your eyes seemingly to tell you they’re pooping on their diaper.
Very ChatGPT-esque story with the structure to support that theory