Where there’s a Wee there’s a Way

When viewed across a chasm decades wide, sisterhood seems pretty much the same today as it was when I was in my twenties – with one curious difference. . .

A couple of weeks ago, we went to dinner in a trendy new restaurant, an experience that held the unexpected twist of having to wind our way through a thumping laser-lit crowd of club goers to reach the dining section.

Towards the end of the evening, after an impeccable and surprisingly tranquil meal, I discovered that clubbers and diners shared the female restrooms. I joined a queue the length of a freight train and as the line inched forward, settled into conversation with a long-legged beauty in her twenties. Aware that one of the cubicles had remained tightly closed for some time I was about to question if we should be concerned for the person inside when the door sprang open to release three femmes-fatales. Then, to my horror, the next three girls in line jammed into the same cubicle.

Tight lipped from shock I wondered what had changed while I hadn’t been paying attention; whether this was the new norm and I was about to get to know my chat partner a whole lot better. As I stood traumatised by the thought, another cubicle emptied and to my relief my new friend entered alone. Seconds later, privately ensconced in my own cubicle, I listened against the wall, but the only sound from the threesome next door was their low-pitched chatter.

Puzzled, I related this story back at my table.

‘Drugs,’ said one of my party, shaking her head with resignation.

‘I used to share the cubicle with my friends when I was single. It’s quicker,’ added my 32-year-old friend.

‘They were in there for ages.’ I said as someone changed the topic.

Still curious I brought it up yesterday with my hairdresser, an up-to-the-minute mum in her twenties who told me, ‘I did the same thing. I still do, but only after a few drinks.’

‘But why?’ I said.

‘It’s quicker. . . and it’s the only quiet place you can talk.’

So, there we have it. Finally, an explanation that sort of makes sense. But is this need to pee in order to talk unique to today’s generation of younger women. Or was it in vogue when I was a night-lifer and I simply missed it?









  1. Mel

    Never in a million years!!

    • diannemaguire

      Ah! That makes me feel better Mel xx

  2. Rachel

    no way for me either Di!! and I’ve never ever seen that happen. must be a new thing!

    • diannemaguire

      First time for me as well. But also first time I’ve been in a club for as long as I can remember 🙂

  3. Julie Nevid

    No way not me I’d like the whole cubicle to myself xxx

    • diannemaguire

      Ha ha. That seems a common view Julie. A very personal choice. Thanks for visiting xxx

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