For one reason or another, eventually we all need to leave the comfort and the safety of our homes and venture out into the great, unwashed mass of humanity known as the public. Just being in public is bad enough as it is, and we all do whatever it is we can to make the most of the experience. But sometimes, when you least expect it, it happens: the deep, gurgling squelch of liquid panic fills your bowels. Fight or flight mode kicks in in an instant: your palms sweat, your heart races, and your eyes widen and dart around in all directions to take in a full field of vision in the hopes of finding relief.
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The Privatization of The American Toilet
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For one reason or another, eventually we all need to leave the comfort and the safety of our homes and venture out into the great, unwashed mass of humanity known as the public. Just being in public is bad enough as it is, and we all do whatever it is we can to make the most of the experience. But sometimes, when you least expect it, it happens: the deep, gurgling squelch of liquid panic fills your bowels. Fight or flight mode kicks in in an instant: your palms sweat, your heart races, and your eyes widen and dart around in all directions to take in a full field of vision in the hopes of finding relief.