Our current house has a very short hallway, if you could even call it that. Actually, it takes longer to say the word "hallway" than to walk ours. Ours is more like a, "huh" This is no great loss because a hallway is not my favorite part of a house. But there are times I miss having one. Most houses have bathrooms down the hall, whereas ours is across from the stairwell. We placed the back of our piano against the half wall of that same stairwell because of the acoustic benefit. Unfortunately, it has the same effect with the bathroom sounds from across the hall. Reed and I have the option of using our pretentiously named master bath, which is actually smaller than this font, but nonetheless private.
Guests, however, would draw more attention to themselves by requesting our private privy than by using the regular one. Maybe. Most of the time, the only thing of notice is the wide variety of bladder capacities. However, one guest had the misfortune of producing a long, flatulent whistle in our chamber of echoes. The rest of us pretended we could not hear, but it is hard to make small talk against a background of intestinal forte. That memory made me self conscious about what noises I may be making when company and nature call at the same time. That is the problem of needing a hall pass, but having no hall.
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