Aug 2005

Checking BC's on a CAMel!
by missP on Mon Aug 01, 2005 11:58 pm
Working more than 8 hours a day can be very draining of energy and charm, especially when one is in the customer service line. Yes, for more than a year now, I am back into the frontline again. Last time I work in the services area was way back in 1991-1996. I had fun then working in a carefree way with a great responsibility. But then again, the best thing in this kind of work is that it is always a ?one day responsibility?. At the end of the day, you feel that you have accomplished something even if it is as shallow as being able to help old folks cross the road for them to reach their target destinations. It can be fun but then again, it can also be as terrible as being hurt emotionally and psychologically. The good thing is, in this kind of job that I do now I have colleagues who are really kind and very supportive whenever we get into ?uncomfortable situations?. Of course, if you have nice colleagues, you also get sour ones. This makes the day very long and very tiring in the end, because I have to stretch my patience both to customers and to the working colleagues as well.

Just the other day, the position I was assigned to was the one where almost all of my colleagues hate to work. Why? Because most of the passengers are arrogant, discriminating and very harsh people who only think that they should be given special treatment and doesn?t like to wait in lines being served by foreigners. These are the kind of people who don?t want that their boarding cards be touched by us, which is very much impossible, for how can we check the document if we don?t take it in our hands? Some would just walk by us, holding their cards on their hands but without pausing for us to check them. It can get really annoying especially if we have been standing more than 4 hours without even a short break. That day, I had a passenger who came to me and asked me: ?If I was not a business class or a First class passenger, would you have let me through here?? Hmmm?tricky question. If I said yes, I would have been branded as not doing my job properly for some really hate it when their line gets filled with econ passengers therefore they would have to wait in line like the econ pax on the other end of the hall. Plus, I would get in trouble with the ?qualit?tskontroller/in? who checks on us all the time. So, I replied to him theoretically, that I would have to send the economy pax to the economy entrance. That?s when the passenger shouted at me with: ?what crap this German bureaucracy! You are not a German, why would you do such a thing?? To which I replied, ?Sir, I am only doing my job here in Germany. You are a German therefore I expect you should know how it is. For me, I can only follow the rules and regulations in a country where I am only a second class citizen, at the end of the day you can say that I am only doing my job to which to you seem to be very low that you cannot even respect, etc.? I know, I have said too much already. Bad luck for him, I was ovulating at that time.
Then, as they say bad luck always comes in pair or in my case, threesome. Another guest came to me, holding his boarding card in such a way that he was showing a dirty finger to me, with the excuse of asking me where he should go and what time he should be his gate for boarding. Very stupid questions, I know, but hey, I am getting used to all this crap by this time. I gave him the information he needed, by pointing in the direction to where he should go, showing the dirty finger sign, sideways?. Hahaha! Just thought I should give him a dose of his own crap! The last who tried to annoy me, was someone who just rushed into the security check area without letting me look at his boarding card. I ran after him and asked him to show me his BK, which he did, but also shook his hand in front of his forehead, giving the sign that I am crazy. To which, I really shouted back at him, that he was the one who had a problem. He reached old age without the right manners and conduct that kids learn at school. Then my colleague came to me and told me that I should just have replied with a sarcastic ?schon abend, noch? to him. Hello? She was not the one who got insulted, that?s why! I felt really tried and tested that day and I felt also that I failed hundred percent. Although, I could answer back, I felt guilty for doing it. Please, don?t let me explain this feeling because I can?t. I went home that day with a heavy heart. I didn?t feel any accomplishments and worst I felt like I am in the wrong line of job. Well, s**t does happen sometimes.

Today, I was assigned in a different area where the pax are more relaxed, simply because most of them are foreigners as well. Am I implying something? YES!!! Anyway, just before the end of the day, my colleague was instructing the passengers for the nth time, that they are not allowed to bring the baggage carts into the security check point. They are supposed to carry all their hand luggage into the lobby where they would then wait to be checked. The thing is, and this is very true: passengers started complaining, at least those who had three carry on trolleys plus four kids in tow. They started panicking hence the chaos in front of our position. Finally, one passenger asked, ?where is it stated that they are we not allowed to bring the carts inside?? He said that, there is no sign at all therefore he wanted to know what right we have to give them a hard time. To which my Ethiopian colleague casually replied: ?If you all will bring the carts inside, I will come to work here tomorrow with my camel.? The passengers, all with a shocked impression on their faces, just looked at my colleague. Then I started laughing. I couldn?t help myself. I could imagine a black old man, wearing a suit on a camel and giving instructions and assistance to the passengers on the back of a camel. I guess the passengers thought this funny, too for they also started laughing. This loosened up their nerves a bit which made them comply on the instructions given to them. This also made us feeling light hearted that we were able to help the passengers make their travel experience easier and smooth flowing. At least, for some the last leg of their journey. For others, well, they started off smoothly!

Well, another day finished. Tomorrow, I prepare myself for the next battle.
Stolen undie's...
by missP on Tue Aug 09, 2005 11:22 am

In a state of shock, I continued to listen to hubby?s story. I stared at the laundry which was neatly folded and compiled on the table. A pile of blankets and pillows that I left to dry downstairs in our basement where we hang the clothes and which our lady neighbor took off the rack carefully and brought them up to our flat. Then she started to explain rather awkwardly, why under the pile of the blankets and pillows is a couple of my underwear. I never hang them downstairs. I always make it a point to dry them immediately and bring them upstairs with me.

Living in a two-family house, we are quite content with our neighbors. Although they may be quite noisy most of the time, it never bothered us too much. The family below us is the only boisterous members of our street. The lady, a mother to teen- age fraternal twins and a little girl seems to be always in stress and is always shouting or screaming. No wonder the kids talk the same. Nevertheless, after living with them for more than three years, honestly speaking, I miss the noise sometimes, well, during holidays at least, because that?s when the kids go to stay with their grandparents. This week though, it was quite different. The kids didn?t go to their parents after school was already out. They are staying home this vacation. The thing is I have not heard a single shouting. Whenever I see them, nobody seems to say anything to me. A single hello would be nice, I thought to myself, when I met one of the twins, the girl. The little one is always singing and murmuring to herself whenever I see her playing outside. Thank God she is still the same. But, I still wonder what could have happened.

Then last night, hubby told me. Apparently, a couple of my underwear was found in the room of their son downstairs. Hubby, who was trying to explain the whole story to me sounded adamant. He could hardly believe what he was saying. Apparently the son is sick. Traumatized from an experience he had in Frankfurt City some years ago. He went to see a film with some classmates. He was just around ten or eleven years old then. He was raped in the toilet of the cinema. He seemed to have overcome the fear and trauma at that time, but slowly, signs of instability are showing in him. He has been missing classes, hitting/bullying other kids in school, which was the reason why he came out of school early this year. Once, he was invited by another boy in class to a night-over, but he apparently did something similar that was found out by the father of his classmate, and so now, he is banned from associating with that boy. He has also stopped taking the medications that is supposed to help him for almost a year now. What kind of medicine it is and whatever for, I didn?t bother to ask anymore. When I asked hubby how he reacted when he was told about the story, he said, he could hardly believe it. This was also what i was hearing in his voice when he treid to relay the story to me.

?The neighbors want their son to apologize to you?, I heard hubby talking again. I was already feeling goose bumps rising up to my neck. I was slowly feeling numb. I didn?t know actually how to react. Should I be hysterical? Should I laugh about it? Should I go running to the lawyer?

?What for?? I asked slowly. If theysay he is sick then, he is sick. It would not make sense. I pressume he would just do it again. But I am not giving him a single chance of taking my underwear again. I will not let them touch our washing machine. I don?t care if our clothes would rot inside it, if I leave something there, it should stay there. I decided to throw the things that were returned. Although, the neighbor said they are fresh, I am not taking any chances. Unfortunately, we cannot just pack everything and move to another place. At least, the idea was never discussed.

Two timer-filler
by missP on Thu Aug 11, 2005 9:24 am

I am still in a state of shock Shocked as to the latest developments in my life. What with the crisis at work plus that weird and scary thingy with the neighbor’s son, I seem to be afloat. Each day, I wake up, just doing the normal routine of day to day life, without really thinking about what to do in the near future or planning what I should do to make my life worthwhile.

On the other end, a friend, I found out died a few months back. sad A very dear one to me, for I have known him since High School days. I prayed and lighted a candle for his soul.

Furthermore, today, a very special someone just is celebrating bananas his birthday, but we cannot even go out and celebrate because of some really shallow reasons like time. By the time he will finish work, I have only just started with mine. So, we decided to set it up for another day soon.

Rolling Eyes
In the meantime, I try to past the time away this morning, checking out mails and writing replies. A visit to friendster and here is what I got:

TWO-TIMER – borrowed this from a friend who borrowed it from someone else. Thanks Jen!

***growing really old
***living alone for the rest of my life

***handy/cellular phone

***letter M
***letter S

***Engr. J.B. – a longtime friend since HS

***RED for passion
***YELLOW – supposed to be my lucky color

***An argument with a Supervisor
***The case of the stolen undies

***A bottle of Hungarian Wine shared with Hubby
***Two shots of Bailey’s

***MBP-hope you got my reply already
***ALH-sorry about the request denied


***Take a shower
***Got to work
Fat chance!
by missP on Fri Aug 12, 2005 9:48 am
Got home to a dark and empty flat last night, which I find strange coz, hubby should have been home ages ago. I switched on the lights first in the hall, then from the bedroom, computer room, bathroom room, living room, dining room, kitchen and yes, even the lights in the pantry. Nozhing! Zip! Nada! No hubby. I looked around for his stuff that he takes to work with him and noticed that they are at the place where he always puts them each time he comes home from work, then, I noticed his wallet on its usual place together with the house and car keys. He is home or was. Maybe he went to get something from the gasoline station, but at 23:05 at night, WHAT? We are not the type who would go out in the night hunting for something that we can have the following day instead. If we don?t have it, then we don?t have it period. So, where the heck is he? I decided to change into my comfortable t-shirt and shorts, something fitted for a summer night? it is still summer here; although, the weather has been changing rapidly each day. First windy, then rainy and then again mr. sunshine decided to come out.

I decided to prepare dinner. Since I didn?t get to eat any decent meal at work, I thought I deserved to have rice tonight. A few minutes more, hubby came in, sweating and puffing. ?You should exercise?, he announced. ?I was just in the basement with the exerciser.? Oh, that! I have forgotten we have it. I only managed to use that a few times in Belgium. Since we moved here in Germany, I never even touched it. We decided to use one of our basement rooms as an exercise room, but I never went there to exercise. Only hubby did every now and then. Tonight was another ?then?.

?What happened?? I asked.
?Just getting fat,? was the quick reply. He is actually NOT FAT! He has no beer belly and is not even more then 80 kilos.
?Okay?, I said. ?So, can we eat? I am starving and we?re having duck!?

Newsflash: The calories that you just burned will be replaced by the ones waiting on the table. Ha! Ha! Ha!
by missP on Sat Aug 13, 2005 1:30 am
I got a “two-timer” from my friend in friendster, found out there is also such a thing as “tatlo-tatlo” and now it is “Pito-Pito”. However it is called, I am enjoying the game, so here is my part to keep the ball rolling:

Seven things that scare you:

1. Growing old
2. Living alone for the rest of my life
3. Open wounds
4. Centipedes
5. Cockroach
6. Spiders
7. Rodents

Seven things you like the most:

1. Driving
2. Eating
3. Shopping
4. Blogging
5. Long walks
6. Movies
7. Organizing/Planning

Seven important things in your bedroom:

1. Chinese Gourd – for symbol of good health
2. Books – medical book and current reading material
3. Tissue Bin
4. Photos of my nieces and nephew
5. Massage oil/lotion
6. A glass of something to drink - water, wine or lemonade
7. Alarm clock

Seven random facts about you:

1. I am moody
2. A terrible cook of Filipino cuisine
3. A terrible map reader
4. I love to sing - off beat nga lang palagi
5. I smoke
6. I cannot play any kind of musical instrument
7. I was once nicknamed “kuwago” – for having big, deep set eyes!

Seven things you plan to do before you die:

1. learn five more languages
2. ahh, yes, learn how to swim
3. Do rock climbing
4. Try out bungee jumping
5. Do sky diving
6. Visit other planets – in my dreams
7. Communicate with ghosts/spirits-so I can get hints/tips about being dead

Seven things you can do:

1. Bake
2. Multitask
3. Keep a secret
4. Organize/plan activities
5. Can speak a foreign language aside from English
6. Skip work for a friend in need
7. I can do something stupid for love

Seven things you can't do:

1. I can’t swim.
2. I can’t play any musical instrument
3. I can’t cook Filipino foods
4. I can’t hold off my pee for a long time
5. I can’t stand tv soaps/series
6. I can’t control the number of hours I sit in front of the PC
7. I can’t seem to loose weight for keeps. I seem to loose some and gain more than what I got rid of.

Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex:

1. Clean cut hair
2. Perfect teeth
3. Nice smile
4. Height
5. Good conversationalist
6. Intelligence
7. Good natured personality

Seven things you say the most:

1. Okay
2. Good
3. Fine
4. I’ll see what I can do
5. I’ll text you
6. In fairness
7. I think so

Seven celeb crushes (whether local or foreign):

1. Mel Gibson
2. George Clooney
3. Russell Crowe
4. Brad Pitt
5. Hugh Grant
6. John Travolta
7. Val Kilmer

Seven people you want to see take this quiz:

1. Miss Jing
2. Elaine
3. CheH
4. Thess
5. Dexie
6. Kai
7. Lei
She lost not only her baby but also her faith...
by missP on Wed Aug 17, 2005 6:17 pm
Loss is life's non-negotiable side. It is the time when we learn, unconditionally, that we are powerless over things we thought we had a grip on. But it doesn't stop there, because every ending brings a new beginning. - Stephanie Ericsson

I had barely stepped out of the chapel when the call came. ?Ateng?, my friend started to speak. Her voice was hoarse and sounded like she had been crying. ?I just came from my doctor and she said that there is no heart beat yet?, with this, she broke down and cried. In between sobs, I could hardly understand the unimportant things. What registered in my brain was: Baby, no heartbeat, wait for a week and by Friday, she will undergo what is called Dilation & Curettage (D & C).

My friend is 44 years of age. She wanted so much to have a child of her own. Actually, she waited too long for this, practically, her whole life. When she found out that she was pregnant, she was so proud, so happy and filled with so much joy. She could hardly wait for the baby to come out into the world. Of course she was over-acting. She was only 7 weeks on the way. BUT, she had the right to be. She was going to be a mother soon.

From then on, she was very careful, with what she ate, drank and even watched on TV. She took vitamins prescribed by her doctor, lotion and other cosmetics that are hypo-allergenic. She was literally walking on glass because of her situation and she did it whole heartedly and religiously.

Then it happened, on her eighth week of pregnancy, well into ninth actually, the doctor couldn?t detect the heartbeat of the baby. Apparently, the heartbeat should already have been detected since the sixth week. The doctor became worried and performed more tests on my friend. Then the call came. She confirmed that the baby has not developed. It is dead and the pregnancy has to be terminated, as soon as possible. It doesn?t make sense for the dead fetus to stay inside her. She may just get poisoned or something. Besides, there is not much use of hoping. If my friend decides to wait a bit more, the fetus will probably just come out on its own.

My friend is shattered. She started to blame herself. Wondering if she did something wrong. The doctor assured her that she didn?t do anything wrong at all, that it was only because in her age, these things can happen. The body is not like that of a 23 or 24 year old anymore. He told her that she could still become pregnant again, presumably in three months time. Then, my friend started questioning God?s motives. Why did HE allow this to happen to her and to the baby? This was actually the only prayer request that my friend has had for along time. Now, she thought HE has answered her prayers only to be disappointed after a few weeks. She started questioning why He lets her suffer like this. Is this now a punishment or another trial? She kept saying, in a state of shock, ?I have had so much suffering in my life. I had to endure being the sole bread winner of my family, go through the ordeal of having a father who is now regressing because of a tumor in his brain and now this. Loosing the only thing that I have ever wanted in my life, I think I cannot bear this anymore?. She said in a voice filled with bitterness and hate.

I could sense it in her as I listened to her outburst. I tried to calm her down, tried to tell her that the Lord is not punishing her. That she should try to look at this at a positive angle. But she wouldn?t hear any of it now. I can of course understand her situation and why she is just so hard at the moment. But I am mostly afraid for her faith to dwindle. If she continues to be like this, she will never overcome this crisis and worst will be forever bitter with life, bitter to Jesus. The worst scenario I can imagine. Furthermore, I have no idea what to do. I can?t bear to listen to her all day blame God & herself for this tragic event. Although I have tired so hard to convince her and explain to her that this is no punishment from God, that she should not blame herself for this tragedy, I don?t think I am getting to her at all. It hurts to watch a friend slowly loosing faith. It pains me to hear her murmur all the bitterness and hatred she is feeling like she is talking to Jesus.

All I can do is pray for my friend and for her baby. I am asking for your prayers as well? to you who is reading this right now. I would greatly appreciate your prayers.
A hunk of an Angel
by missP on Fri Aug 19, 2005 8:34 am
?Miracles happen to those who expect them?

That?s the advice of the day I got from the Chinese Almanac for today. My day looks auspicious, too. That?s good news for a change. For weeks, I have received mostly bad news.

First, the bad news that our company will be closing down its Frankfurt am Main station by end of October this year. Next came the death of a longtime friend, then the tragedy of my other friend and her baby. ?Bad luck always comes in three?s? they say. Well, I think this is a perfect example for the saying. Can you just imagine how happy I am to find the fresh ?advice of the day? with new hope? Who knows? I am still hopping for hope for the company, I am still hoping that my friend who lost a baby will get pregnant again and I am still hoping and praying that my friend who passed away is now happy beside the Lord where he is supposed to have eternal peace.

On a lighter shade, how would you feel if you knew your guardian angel is as handsome as Nicolas Cage? Saw his film City of Angels last night and I fell? I fell in love with the story. Well, Nicolas Cage became a ?crush? overnight. Although I have seen some of his movies before, like: Con Air,Snake Eyes,The Family Man,Captain Corelli?s Mandolin,Face Off with John TRavolta, Leaving Las Vegas and It Could Happen To You I never thought he was such a good actor. I honestly don?t think he is still so great one should drool over him, but after watching the City Of Angels, I just fell! He, he, he.

According to my personal Feng Shui advice: ?Miracles happen to those who expect them?? maybe, if I expect to have a guardian angel like the hunk Nicolas Cage, maybe, if I believe, maybe?. Just maybe! How I wish!!! But, hubby and me still think we have our own guardian angel. The lady has been watching over us, since the day we met. Until now, we still have her photograph in our bedroom.
Three's a company!
by missP on Tue Aug 23, 2005 2:48 am
I know, I just had one with ?seven? but I have been tagged again, this time by
Madame Leah and it comes in three?s

Three names you go by:
1. Hannahlou
2. Ila ? classmates in Elementary know me by
3. Ayling ? mostly used by relatives

Three screen names you have had:
1. MissP(anget)
2. Tweethums
3. Twixie ? I love Twix chocolate bars

Three physical things you like about yourself:
1. my legs
2. my feet
3. my shoulders

Three physical things you don?t like about yourself:
1. dark circles around my eyes that NEVER goes away
2. my height ? if only I had just a few centimeters more
3. the extra curves around the tummy area

Three parts of your heritage: (Aside from the obvious Filipino bloodline?)
1. Spanish (from mom?s side?..daw)
2. yun lang alam ko
3. kailangan ba talaga tatlo?

Three things that scare you:
1. spiders
2. getting old alone
3. open wounds

Three of your everyday essentials:
1. Something to drink, not necessarily water
2. Food
3. Toothbrush and Toothpaste

Three of your favorite musical artists (currently):
1. Helmut Lotti
2. Robbie Williams
3. Aretha Franklin

Three of your favorite songs:
1. If this is Love (Melissa Manchester)
2. Afraid for Love to Fade (Joe Mari Chan)
3. Something Stupid (Robbie Wiliams & N. Kidman)

Three things you want in a relationship:
1. respect
2. constant communication
3. lot?s of love and laughter

Three lies and truths in no particular order:
1. Lies get us in trouble
2. To lie once is to lie consistently
3. Liars go to Hell ( sabi ng iba)
1. I cannot accept the truth most of the time, because?
2. I have often been hurt by the truth
3. But, I have always tried to tell the truth

Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:
1. Clean hands/fingernails
2. Lean shoulders
3. Eyes

Three of your favorite hobbies:
1. Surfing the net mindlessly
2. Reading
3. Driving

Three things you want to do really badly now (in the exact order):
1. Stop crying
2. Go to Neverland
3. Disappear for some months from the world

Three careers you?re considering/you?ve considered:
1. Lawyer
2. Librarian
3. Entrepreneur

Three places you want to go on vacation:
1. Switzerland
2. China
3. Sydney, Australia

Three kid?s names you like:
1. Payton
2. Jihan
3. Betsy from Elizabeth

Three things you want to do before you die:
1. Learn a couple more languages
2. Learn how to swim
3. Put up my own Travel Agency

Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy:
1. I used to prefer play ball with the guys than play with Barbie dolls
2. Does it have to be three?
3. Well, there?s nothing boyish in me now (notice the past tense in #1)

Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:
1. I am fickle minded
2. I am a fanatic to butterfly hair accessories and madonna jewelry
3. I love romantic-comedy films

Three celeb crushes:
1. Brad Pitt
2. Russell Crowe
3. Hugh Grant

Three people I?m tagging:
1. Iza
2. Jennie
3. Svelte

Have fun guys!!!
Don't dare
by missP on Wed Aug 24, 2005 10:44 am
aflame aflame aflame

Have you ever had days when your hormones are working overtime and you just can?t control your reactions to every actions and words from someone else? Well, this is one of those days. I have very little patience lately. My hormones are definitely acting up big-time! If you have been around me these last few days, you would know what I am talking about. I just can?t seem to help it. I have no patience to people: Stupid or otherwise! beep beep Try to make a sly comment to me and I will definitely cut your head off. Yep, that?s a warning. bouncenburn bouncenburn Don?t ever make the mistake of coming close to me if you cannot understand what I am telling you the first time, because, the second time I will say it, it will be with sharp, deep cutting words, you would wish you never got to know me.

argue argue argue

And by the way, it is not full moon and I am not ovulating, but in case you wonder and plan to ask why I am like this, lately, well I?ve got news for you honey: DON?T ASK! In fact, don?t ever bother talking to me if you have nothing to say that is very important, because, I hate to talk to people who are criticizing everything I say or do.
overclocking overclocking overclocking

IQ test
by missP on Wed Aug 24, 2005 3:26 pm
bingo bingo bingo bingo

Thought this would help me to calm down a little... and it did! BUt only because there were too many questions to answer, that I slowly started concentrating on them and not on the person/thingy(??**?) that got me really upset.

2cents 2cents 2cents 2cents 2cents

Congratulations, MissP!
Your IQ score is 120

bravo bravo bravo bravo bravo bravo

Your Intellectual Type is Insightful Linguist. This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind.

artist artist artist artist artist artist

Yeah, yeah... as if!!! Rolling Eyes Rolling Eyes Rolling Eyes Rolling Eyes Rolling Eyes Rolling Eyes

by missP on Fri Aug 26, 2005 10:02 am

Vandalism at the airport... yes even at the Frankfurt Airport, one of the biggest and busiest airports in Europe, one can find vandalisms on the walls...well, at least in the toilet cubicles. Like this one that I noticed. I have been going to the same toilet for more than a year now, but I never realized that they were there, because well, I don?t really make a habit of staying inside the cubicles longer than when I need to. I mean, how long does one make a business inside the cubicle? Probably not more than 10 minutes especially on a public one. Well, at least I don?t. And definitely don?t make the habit of checking out the walls on the cubicles as well for news reports or ads like ?looking for a special lady? Call me at 12344-65-44?. I wonder what is so special with her?

Anyway, where was I? Ahh yes, the vandalism that I just noticed at the airport, in Hall A level two.

**WE saved your asses from Hitler. Rebuilt your damn country (marshall Plan) so, shut up and stop bitching.. Say ?You?re Welcome?

**Aren?t we all so grateful??- Learn some history + some answer? - (British)

** Because you asked!
**Fine!!! We don?t have to be your mother and take care for you! - (arrow pointing to the first vandal): Bush is the biggest terrorist in the whole world!!! - (erased part on the picture)

**Wer bist du? (Who are you?)

Somebody wrote the last question in German in very fine point. As if it really matters? Or maybe he/she wanted to know the phone number of the person who wrote the first sentence? An ally perhaps? Hahaha! The pictures are quite bad, I know. Well, as I have said, I don?t like to stay too long inside a public toilet cubicle.