Can you spare a square?
During the first few days of our Pre-Service Training a few of us got together for a much needed pizza break. I quickly became friends with another PCV, a CA woman who was older and wiser than myself, except in one area...the Macedonian bathroom (or the hole-you-pee-in room). We went to the ladies room together and I did my buisness, but I heard a not-so-soft gasp coming from the other stall. I finished and came out to see her doing the bathroom jig in her long, flowing skirt. 'What?! How?!', she said. I took this mini crisis very seriously (the look of panic on her face made me think that sarcasm was not going to help at this point) and went into action showing her, by example, how to use the bathroom without wetting yourself or your clothes. Within a few minutes she was confident enough in herself and less in her ability to hold it in much longer, that she went back in the stall. After a few grunts and groans I heard the sweet sound of relief! She did it!! We proudly went back to pizza and laughter.