Anywhere

"Wherever you like. I don't see why you need a special place to pee, anymore than you'd need a special place to breathe." Replied the assistant, clearly confused a grown woman would ask such a question.

What!?

"What about poop?"

"Again, you don't need a special place for that. Are you alright love?" Said a clearly concerned assistant.

"You know what" said Samantha with a few deep breaths "I haven't been up for long, and I think I had a weird dream. It may take time to sort out the dream from reality."

"Oh alright then. Let me know if you have any questions about reality, let me know" replied the assistant in a good natured jokey manner.

Samantha looked around. Best way to pick up on what's normal is to observe. She saw some puddles of pee, some with tissues, some without. She also saw some piles of poo, with tissues. Apparently the lady who was changing earlier had gotten out of her lingerie in order to get back into her own clothes, had chosen that moment to squat down and have a wee on the floor.

Samantha had made up her mind. She had to do this in order to fit in. With a deep breath, she pulled down her jeans and underwear, squatted and prepared to pee. Years of toilet raining had told her this was wrong, and yet the evidence that other people did just that was plain and undeniable.

Deep breaths.

Sam blushed. She had her bum out, in the middle of a shop floor for the world to see, meanwhile attempting to pee in a place she remembered as being wrong to pee in.

"Are you OK? You look kind of red. Are you sure you are well?" Asked a concerned sales assistant.

"Maybe I don't need to go after all. Look, I'd better get some rest, my new apartment isn't ready for me yet, but maybe a bite to eat will help" she lied, hoping to end this awkward exchange.

"OK, See you soon"

And so, she went to have lunch.