I think it is not farfetched to say I have been cursed with
an abnormally small bladder. It is not a good problem to have in France, where
public restrooms are few and far between. Almost three times a day I find
myself jumping around and looking around fervently for a bathroom. If we are in
a museum, our apartment, or Accent I have somewhere to go. Otherwise I am out
of luck and become extremely frustrated. Never before have I been forced to pay
so much money for having a small bladder. I can guess the reason there are not
many public restrooms is because of the abundance of homeless people that would
surely take residence in the restrooms. It does baffle me, however, how
unwilling restaurant or café or even McDonald workers are to accommodate
someone who has to pee. I also blame myself for my lack of French skills in
assisting my pleading. Normally they want you to buy something if you are going
to use their restroom, but sometimes I really cant wait long enough to stand in
line and buy a coke before I need to rush into the bathroom. Even when I really
am going to eat at a café and I go to the bathroom first to use the restroom
and wash my hands the people inside say “Bonjour Madamoiselle?” to me like
“Where the hell do you think you’re going” when they don’t know I am seated
outside. I find it very frustrating. I understand this is a part of the culture
and a custom I am not used to, but I also cant really figure it out since it is
something every person does involuntarily every day weather they want to or
not.
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