The Toilet Stalls of Death

BY CARLY

The tiny mini-bus had stopped at the bathroom stop but, as usual, it was bouncing up and down because when the bus was in neutral, the engine didn't appreciate it.  I stepped out of the bus with some toilet paper expecting the typical Chinese bathroom: no toilet paper, squat toilets and some stalls on which the lock is usually broken.  I stepped around the wall and a horrid smell filled my nostrils.  I looked at my feet.  There were many spots of who knows what.  As my eyes met the row of toilets I spotted the lady that had been sitting next to me on the bus pulling up her pink lacy underpants.  The foot positioning was tricky and she was trying to avoid getting her pants into the muck.  I walked carefully over to one of the toilets that was a slanted ditch with a 3-foot wall separating it from the other ditches.  This is gross, I thought.

After going to the bathroom and fleeing from it, I crossed the road and hopped back on the bus.  I asked my Mom for a wet wipe because do you expect a bathroom like that to have a sink?  I sat back down, grabbed my Kindle and started to read.