(Sounds like the auspicious beginning to a children's toilet training book!)
But the reality is even if we don't want to accept it, everybody poops! We do our best to pretend we don't. Me, if I've been in a stall a particularly long time, I'll wait until everybody else leaves before emerging. I don't want them to see me and "know".
The worst part is the media. Many of us bring some sort of media into the bathrooms: books, newspaper, magazine, or smart phone/tablet. My ex and I had the magazine rack in the bathroom!
But again. We don't want to see it or know. Yesterday I watched a woman I know well head to the bathroom with a large book, and I admit I shook my head and thought: I don't want to know.
But everybody poops! I probably got too comfortable sharing with my ex, I'll admit. We used to show off our artwork - much like identifying shapes in clouds. However, outside of such an intimate relationship, and even inside of one, we really don't want to know that anyone else poops, nor do we want them to know that we do.
I don't know why that is, but for the most part I respect it without question.
This morning, though, I thought you all should know, I prepared the somewhat difficult exclamation mark!
P.S. You can guess where this post was composed... :O