USP - Day 41

USP - Day 41

I have a favorite bathroom stall at the visitors center in the Boston Commons. I'm there enough. I always find myself walking through the commons red and puffy and snot-nosed. I'm allergic to pollen. I'm red and puffy and snot-nosed more than not.

It's funny to sit on these black toilet seats after lining them with toilet paper, listening to the tourists and sometimes the employees of the gift shop, peeing. Farting, too. Farts from all around the world. 

My favorite bathroom stall is the one to the right upon entrance, next to the sink. It's my favorite because it's always open when I need it. It's either cursed or blessed.

My second favorite thing about the bathroom is the big squirt bottles of soap it has. My favorite thing about the bathroom is that it's free and public and you don't need a key to get in. Maybe the only one in the city. 

But the bottles of soap are great too. They're like soaps you'd have in your house as a kid, with inoffensive scents like 'Cotton Lavender' or 'Ocean Salt'. And they're just sitting there, in their bottles. It's the only public bathroom in Boston and nobody steals the huge hand soaps. Of course they don't. We respect a bathroom that respects us.

USP - Day 42

USP - Day 42

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