| another shit standoff. I was desperate for a crap but when I went into the toilets one of the cubicles was occupied. No matter how much it pained me, I did the whoole 'ooo, i've just come in here to wash my hands' and pissed off to sit and contain it for a while. I mooched about in my seat for a bit giving whoever was in there time to get sorted and fuck off. I can wait no longer so head back, the cubicle is still fucking occupied. I toy with the idea of scampering down to floor 4 but I used to hate the builders coming up in the lift to have a shit in our bogs in one of my old companies so thought that wouldn't be terribly fair. So I go for the 'shit standoff' option, thinking it might hurry him slightly if he hears someone clearly settling down for a shit. Unfortunately I am lumbered with the tiny toilet. It is so unbearably small, the toilet itself and the cubicles. I'm not a claustrophobic type but it even gets to me this cubicle. The walls are so so close. No movement from next door, but I can hear pages turning. Not a newspaper but a magazine at least, possibly a book. You can tell by the noises the pages make. He's clearly just having a skive. Little bit selfish in a toilet that is that small and well-used. There's still no sign of movement. I reach for the phone to piss about with that to distract from the torrent of shit that is waiting on the other side of my arsehole. So quiet, all that can be heard is the mumbled sounds from the high street that make their way in through the air shaft. Air brakes things of a bus. A noisy scooter. Another page turns. What a cunt. There's nothing else for it, i'm going to have ot poo, even though I hate pooing while other people are in the room (no one else seems to have any qualms about it, I've been having a piss many times before and been treated to the sounds of shit and arse gas being pushed out of an arse.) I start gingerly but every sound seems to be amplied in the tiny space. Another page turns. He isn't for moving. I decide he's the selfish one so he can put up with whatever noises my excrement makes when it leaves my arse. The following wasn't particularly noisy but it was certainly clear it was happening. He packs up swiftly, does a flush then washes his hands without drying them, that makes him a proper shit in my world so i don't feel guilty. It was a relief to finally get out of the cubicle....far too closed in.
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