For most people, spending money is tantamout to defecating.
They hit a mall, and immediately have the urge to shit.
Then they shit, and it feels good, and they go on and shit some more, with their money.
For most people, spending money is tantamout to defecating.
They hit a mall, and immediately have the urge to shit.
Then they shit, and it feels good, and they go on and shit some more, with their money.
But I don’t ever really get the urge to go in public unless I’m at a book store. Its weird.
-FrL-
A relevant Ask Metafilter thread confirms the phenomenon: Bookstores: the natural laxative? - feces toilet shit | Ask MetaFilter
Because of this curious effect, stores with nice ample public restroom facilities get my money. A giant grocery store the size of a city block with just a tiny, cramped one-person, unisex restroom off the backroom? (I’m lookin at you, Ralphs in Southern California) Blech, I’ll not go back even if their prices are best. It’s not worth it if I get caught short and then have to do my business while someone keeps jiggling the handle and I know they can’t go away to another stall.
That being the case, the local mall must have a stall with my buddy’s wife’s name on it.