Well, the good thing about not having regular or timely bowel movement is that you don't have to waste precious time, sitting out and waiting at the toilet every morning/mid-morning/after-lunch-hour/whenever, newspapers or email print-outs in hand, and end up hogging the bathroom/newspapers - like the men in my household do everyday.
In short, you just go whenever you have the urge to, and you're most likely done in under a minute.
The bad thing?
The bad thing is, you actually don't know when that urge might hit you, and sometimes real bad?
Like, it usually hits you when you're driving on the road - real bad - and you have to end up making a hurried stopover at the first gas station you can find, squirm your way to the cashier, ask for the key with all the politeness you can conjure up since she'd most likely be trying to scan some stubborn barcode on a can of chrysanthemum tea (yes, politeness is utterly necessary since you'd be stinking up their cosy little toilet), make two rounds of the perimeter because usually the ladies' toilet tends to be rather obscure-looking (either that, or your vision is just turning impaired with despair), spend the next thirty seconds fumbling with the keyhole and dropping the damned key - before you get your under-one-minute job done.
Yes, just another one of my occasional adventures on the road.
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