random thoughts vaguely scatalogical

At my job I have to share a bathroom with the museum visitors. This leads to lots of weird observations on how young boys encouter tampon machines, how mothers ask their children if they would like to dry their hands "with paper or with wind," and how mothers implore their children to use the bathroom once they drag 'em in there. Or at least "try." Was there seriously a time in my life when going to the bathroom was a chore? When did the shift happen when I got reasonable/pragmatic about such things? I wonder.