Hearing the bathroom exhaust fan turning on has a Pavlovian Effect

[JD10367]

As a kid, I remember making fun of my mom 'cause, if we were out and headed home, the closer she got to the house (and the bathroom) the more she had to pee. I thought that was weird. Now, as an adult, I know the feeling. I only use my bathroom in work, because the commode has enough suction power to take down a chihuahua. As the elevator approaches the top floor, I feel my sphincter tighten. As I get off the elevator and head towards the door, I feel the dreaded "crab-walk quick-step" coming on. By the time the bathroom door's in sight, I'm running for it with cheeks a-squeezin'.

[DaFace]

Originally Posted by JD10367

As a kid, I remember making fun of my mom 'cause, if we were out and headed home, the closer she got to the house (and the bathroom) the more she had to pee. I thought that was weird. Now, as an adult, I know the feeling. I only use my bathroom in work, because the commode has enough suction power to take down a chihuahua. As the elevator approaches the top floor, I feel my sphincter tighten. As I get off the elevator and head towards the door, I feel the dreaded "crab-walk quick-step" coming on. By the time the bathroom door's in sight, I'm running for it with cheeks a-squeezin'.

I'm kind of the same way. It's not an intentional thing, but I have a pretty regular routine after I get to work. I'll go all weekend without a single session, but Monday morning comes...

[Buck]

Originally Posted by keg in kc

Trying to keep the board moving in gochiefs' absence?

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Originally Posted by JD10367

As a kid, I remember making fun of my mom 'cause, if we were out and headed home, the closer she got to the house (and the bathroom) the more she had to pee. I thought that was weird. Now, as an adult, I know the feeling. I only use my bathroom in work, because the commode has enough suction power to take down a chihuahua. As the elevator approaches the top floor, I feel my sphincter tighten. As I get off the elevator and head towards the door, I feel the dreaded "crab-walk quick-step" coming on. By the time the bathroom door's in sight, I'm running for it with cheeks a-squeezin'.

I know that feeling too.