There was an article in the newspaper my mom gets delivered that she cut out for me to read. Its title is: The dilemma of full bladders, closed restrooms. 😶
Well then. 🙃
This is a very preoccupying topic for me and has provided endless fodder for my blog. Like when I wrote Monitoring beverages and Pee and pay culture, for example. Or, when I inserted a small rant into this blog post about the lack of bathrooms at outdoor sports facilities such as baseball diamonds in Toronto.
Now before you share all your woes about your bladder, I get it. Women everywhere get it. Women like me with bladders the size of a pea (get it?) who are also middle aged AND cursed to experience Monthly Peri-menopausal Murder Scenes in any and all bathrooms, toilets, washrooms, loos and outhouses GET IT.
Our needs are (not) simple:
We need access to restrooms that are clean, have proper flushing mechanisms, ample toilet paper and running water from a tap with a full soap dispenser, as well as a garbage disposal unit somewhere inside the room.
Is that too much to ask? It shouldn’t be. Women shop and spend money in your store; we deserve access to properly stocked restroom facilities.
This pandemic has managed to royally screw things up for us pee-challenged females.
Everything is closed for safety reasons. And even if they’re open, they’re closed to the public in the name of safety for the staff that is working in that store or shop.
So, say your teen/tween/preschooler/husband/other annoying family member is bugging you to get a burger at some fast food joint, right? (Let’s say for argument’s sake we already agreed that we’ll get food.)
So you go do your thing with the outdoor line-up and the complicated ordering system and then the contact-less payment option and yada yada and after a while you think, hm, you’ve been in the car for 40 minutes it would be nice to void the bladder and you go back to the store to access the restrooms only to be told they’re closed to the public because COVID.
Which is fine and dandy, except for the small matter of having to PEE.
So now what?
A few weeks ago we were out driving around for several hours scoping out some country towns. Inevitably they all had to pee. We went to get food and they refused us entry – same with the coffee shop. (That was back in phase 1 still.)
I had a very upset tween girl who refused to hide in a bush at a local park for all the usual and expected reasons. I even offered to shield her, or use the car with a container I brought along while I protected her privacy but she was so upset, it was futile. (I think her dad ended up taking her to the same spot at the back of the park where her brother went which was somewhat shielded and since there were few people around it ended up manageable but geeezes, it was really stressful. Considering we purchased food at an outlet that has restroom facilities but which were locked even to children, I have to admit I felt more than a little annoyed.)
Which is why this article above seemed so apt, and timely.
It wasn’t that long ago when the Super Tall Caramel Infused Starbucks Latte habit many people developed wasn’t some huge, complicated issue in terms of using the facilities right at the store. Or at the next store.
Not so much.
Even local libraries were closed until recently here in Toronto. (That was my go-to if I was out and about and had sudden urges. That or community centers with rinks.)
Perhaps all this has, or will, change in the hopefully not too distant future, but in the meantime, one of the dreaded new normals we have to deal with now is the lining up outside of stores and shops.
You can’t just pop into x store to pee anymore; chances are there’s a line-up.
Another reason to stay home forever. Ugh.
Anyway I struggled with this before the shutdowns, and would struggle even more now if I were one of those people who had to go out and do stuff around people. Like shopping.
It has become pertinent that shopping happens in a place that has adequate restrooms to take away some of the anxiety, you know, just in case Aunt Flo is in the mood for some murder. 😯
The article mentioned some solutions which of course sent me down the internet rabbit hole.
Tip to snowflake readers: don’t blame me if you google ‘Where do truck drivers pee’ and don’t like what you see. 😉
Anyway, some smart people developed all sorts of nifty solutions for us women folk. There’s one called Tinkle Belle (hahaha!) and there are other, similar, pee funnels, plus there are male versions called pee bottles…
So I guess I need to go do some online shopping. How about you?