In the middle of her business Rebecca heard the door to the ladies room burst open followed by the frantic click clack of heels marching in. But instead of marching to one of the other stalls the footfalls stepped in place back and forth uneasily. According to the feet she could see beneath the stall door this person was moving with an awkward uncomfortable gate as they paced in front of the training potties. And all the while she was muttering “what… what is… what did… how do I…?” In confusion.
Did she really not get it? Or maybe the presence of oversized toddler potties had thrown this woman more than Rebecca. She was a little ashamed to admit this to her but Becca almost felt a little swell of pride in her chest at the thought of the former. At the notion that she was taking to potty training more than someone else like she was more of a big girl or something.
“Can somebody help me?” The stranger on the other side of the partition begged to whoever would hear her plea. Now she was just standing in one place bouncing up and down in discomfort and confusion. What does Rebecca decide to do?
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