I have seen some nasty, nasty, nasty stuff in female public restrooms. At home, it’s the opposite. My husband is the messy one, not that he’s especially messy.
I hate public restrooms and have excellent bladder control. My husband is amazed that when we go on long trips, I can go the whole trip w/o needing a pit stop, while he has to stop what seems like every hour.
“At home, it’s the opposite. My husband is the messy one, not that he’s especially messy.”
I got blamed for messing near the toilet, and I denied it; no one in our home but me and her ... wait ...
Culprit was the new poodle, lifting his leg on the front of the commode!
My wife and I are the reverse. She has to go immediately before we leave, and we must have prearranged pit stops on the way. She's constantly amazed at my bladder control...(an admittedly minor skill.) She'll be happy to hear there's a reverse situation involving couples.