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Expressway to piss

You know what's the difference between the ladies and the gents? You rarely get to see a snaking line outside the gents. It's one of the sights I absolutely detest whenever I need the loo. But fortunately I don't really have to resort much to queuing most of the time for I am a true 'squatter'. It's probably due to the plenty of training back in Hillview where I grew up which had a squatting toilet. Really, given 4 empty sitting cubicles and 1 squatting one, I choose the squatting one 99.9% of the time. Actually, let me correct that. I automatically head towards the squatting toilet, like it's some sort of an innate preference. This must be one of the strangest behaviours ever cos I strangely find squatting rather thrilling and erm, easier. And I usually get asked by some friends while washing my hands; "Oh, so you prefer squatting isit?" Why is it that people would not, EVER, go to the squatting cubicle even if it means having to wait in a very long queue? Research has shown that squatting facilitates the bowel movements and waste elimination will be faster and complete as well. So you could actually save time AND be nicer to your kidneys, and even better, you'd probably have healthier bowels too.

What I usually do when I see long, snaky queues:

1) Confidently walk past the queue to check if squatting cubicle is empty
2) If not, mentally search for other nearby toilets
3) Too far, so will just wait along with many others

Most of the time, I don't have to proceed to Step 2. So laleedums for that.

So if you're a sitter, come and convert to a squatter.

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