It's a dangerous thing to be a teacher. You have very limited windows to go to the bathroom, and when you do, it is such precious alone time that you'd rather people didn't try to interact with you. But maybe I'm unreasonable.
A few weeks ago, I was doing what you are meant to do in a bathroom, trying to race the clock with a three minute window to go and get back to my room to teach. It was a magical moment when I suddenly heard "Wow, you're fast. You must be young". As I exited the stall, my complimenter had gone into hers, and she continued to compliment me on my youth and ability to go potty. Weird.
Yesterday, she took a different tone. I was still racin' that clock when I heard the bathroom door open, a huge sigh and the demand: "UGH! Hurry up!" I have NEVER!!!! So, when I exited the stall, my complimenter was there with the following conversation to which I did not want to participate:
Weird lady: Sorry
Me: What?
WL: Sorry, I just told you to hurry up, but when you're 60, your bladder feels much different than when you are your age.
Me: Hmmm...
WL: But you're young, so you're fast.
Me: (Backing out and calculating how much less I will have to drink during 3rd hour to make sure I can change my bathroom schedule.)
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