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https://www.englishradionews.com/news/spain/supreme-court-rules-on-toilet-breaks/
I have always been a proponent of relieving yourself while on the clock. Even taught quite a few co-workers/bosses the ways of ensuring their doodies were done on company time, in the US. (All within a reasonable amount of time and not too many extended bathroom breaks.)
I know OHSA laws here aren't as good as Spain's but just mentioning OSHA to a manager/boss can usually have them back off their hard stances.
When I was a kid, probably in the second grade, it was picture day. When I went to school, I wouldn't mind using the stalls to do number 1, but I would wait until I got home to do number 2. Unfortunately for me, luck was not on my side that day, and I had to do number 2 really badly. My late mom had dressed me up in a pretty sweater that was white with these blue and pink little small designs all over it. Anyway, I headed to the bathroom, and I went to do my thing. Here's where the problem started: I forgot to roll my sleeves up. If my memory serves me well, I don't think that I realized the mistake that I had made until I went to wash my hands. To my shock and horror, I saw that I had the number 2 on my sleeve. I knew that I had to hurry to make it back to class to get my picture taken, so I scrubbed with all of my might with soap and water to try and remove that stain and smell. Unfortunately for me, the stain and the smell would not come out of that shirt. I couldn't just take my shirt off because I had nothing else to wear, so I did the only thing that my little mind could think of: I rolled my sleeves up in an attempt to at least hide that stain. So I left the bathroom, went to class, and, I kid you not, a few people were puckering their noses and asking what that bad smell was. When it came time to get my picture taken, I had the biggest smirk on my face. I actually still have the picture today. I don't think the kids suspected it was from me, but I am not sure about the teachers.
Now here is my other story. While courting my now-husband, I would go to his job with him. Sometimes, while he was away working on client computers, I would stay in his office room and take calls or play games on my laptop. Mind you, we weren't even engaged yet. I am pretty sure that this happened early on in our in-person relationship (we met and dated online first). Like I stated above, I had never liked using number 2 in public. Well, fate was not on my side this day. I had to go bad. Unfortunately, since number 2 was pretty large, I plugged the toilet, and there was no plunger to be found. I sprayed some Febreze, and I told him, "Hey, I broke the toilet." He inspected it and assured me that all would be well and that eventually it would go down. We waited, and it did not go down. Eventually we came in the next day, and the toilet had been plunged for us, and beside the toilet, a plunger had been left. The only person who could have done that was the boss or his wife. I don't embarrass easily, so I wasn't really embarrassed per se, but I did feel bad knowing that they chose to do that when I could have done it myself.
So the moral of those stories is this: sometimes you have to go, and that's human nature, but when you go, just know that crap happens. Haha.
Isn't India's most popular river like 90% fecal matter? And don't they bathe and wash their clothes in it?
....who are you again?
I am everywhere and I am nowhere.
LMAO