Went to the supermarket with DSD earlier, both of us needed the toilet so we went to the ones available to customers. There are two cubicles and both were in use so we waited. As the previous occupant (early 40s maybe) came out I went in and there was wee all over the seat, I instinctively asked her if she could go back in and wipe it (wouldn’t have had the guts with time to think). DSD12 was mortified and said it was humiliating for the woman and that DSD wanted the ground to swallow her up. In hindsight, I’m glad she cleaned her own wee rather than me having to clean it or sit in it. DSD is never going out of the house with me again apparently.
WIBU?