‘I can’t pee there’, I said gesturing to the spot my on-the-job trainer Lee*, had deemed the best place for me to use the bathroom.
We were parked up by a narrow alleyway that had an ivy-covered wall, in a residential area, with no public toilets to be found, and six hours into my first shift as a delivery driver.
I was desperate, but Lee maybe assumed I was nervous.
‘It’s perfect’, he said to me.
To him – a cisgender man – of course it was.
After all, in the grand scheme of public places to pee, this was perfect. As long as you had ...


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