As an obsessive toilet seat liner, I have this debilitating fear of walking out of the BIDFY with toilet paper stuck to my pants and having to walk the whole 3 miles back to my office with a big smile on my face and none the wiser to the extra cushioned Charmin hanging from my butt.

So- each time I use the BIDFY the women present probably think I’m staring (like, hard, concentrated sort of staring) at my butt. However, the truth is that my slight OCD tendencies force me to look again, and again, and again to ensure that I DO NOT have toilet paper stuck to my derriere.

I swear, it’s not a vanity thing ladies.