If we wee together…
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(Yes…this post is in very bad taste, people who are easily offended or read the Daily Mail shouldn’t read any further.)
The position of my office at work means that I’m well placed too see the whole of office life go by. I can see which of my staff are slacking off, who’s the hard worker, who runs out on their mobile phone every 5 minutes (could be any girl in the office)…and rather disturbingly, pick up on the ablution habits of some of the staff.
Now, before you think I’m some kind of serial toilet watcher, or worse, a latrine pervert, I would like to defend myself by saying that these observations have been picked up over 6 months. I don’t keep a score sheet or anything. Not since it was discovered anyway…
So, moving swiftly on. It’s a well established fact that in England and America, girls require a companion to the toilet. They are physically unable to go if they are not in pairs or more.
This obviously causes great amounts of amusement and speculation amongst the guys…
“But what are they doing in there together?!”
…who’s bathroom ritual involves going strictly by yourself, not making eye contact with anyone else in there, and heaven forbid you see anyone you know.
Anyways, back to the office in India.
Somehow, the girls have all managed to sync themselves so that they all need to go at the exact same time. You can almost set your watch by it. At 1pm, one group of girls come down. They patiently wait in reception and go in one by one. Then at 2:30pm another group comes down and again, they all go one by one.
How do they do this?! When you gotta go, you gotta go.
It’s just another one of those random things about India. Synchronized bladders 
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