Unisex toaletnas.

I went to the cafe today. Big surprise. I know. Actually, the biggest surprise was that my insanely large bladder needed to be emptied before noon. So I walk into the cafe in search of the toilet.  A man who entered the cafe behind me passed me and entered the bathroom first. I realize it’s a unisex toilet. I’ve always hated this.  In any public restroom, especially in Bulgaria, you run the risk that the door won’t lock. This leaves open the possibility that anyone can just walk in on you. This is a huge nightmare for someone who has “bathroom stagefright” and requires putting myself into a different state of mind…which basically involves me closing my eyes and chanting to myself…go pee, go pee, go pee.  Needless to say…the man who passed me walked into a stall. I abruptly left and told everyone outside that the toilets were “zaeti”–busy.  Leaving me with an incredibly full bladder for the next two hours as we walked around shopping.  Later, I was able to pay the 30 stotinki to use the Turkish toilet at the bus station.  Ahhh…Turkish toilets. This leads me to my 2nd Bulgarian issue of discrimination of women.  Briana can attest to my Turkish toilet abilities….the back of both pant legs soaked in my own urine.  Until I master the ability to pee into a TT I will forever think that they were invented by men to curse women.

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