I live with my husband and two children in a perfectly normal townhouse.
We regularly have guests over. Friends. Family. Colleagues.
And every single time — the same routine.
Someone goes to the bathroom “just for a minute.”
Afterwards, there’s that silent phase.
Nobody says anything.
But everyone knows.
I remember one evening when a couple we’re friends with came over.
My husband went first. Shortly after, she did.
All you could hear was the window being opened.
And I thought:
“Why is this still a thing in 2026?”