Sit or Squat

On the way to Bangkok, this is what I encountered.

We had a 9 hour lay over in Beijing and since I refuse to use the bathrooms in planes (after all, I am my father's daughter), the first thing I did upon entry to the immaculate Beijing airport, was scope out the closest ladies room.  We spotted one.  My sister and I ran in, but stopped abruptly in our tracks when my sister caught a glimpse of the inside of the stall.   Her hand was still holding the door handle when she turned to look at me.  I saw the most horrified expression on her face; it was unlike any other I had seen on her.  It was gnarled into some nasty, twisted form and I heard, "Oh my god, we have to squat?" She merely whispered it so no one else could hear the voices of shocked naivety on two ignorant foreigners.  Yet, I swear she yelled it because of how she emphasized the words with the movements of her eyes and mouth.  When I heard the word squat, my heart started beating a little faster, and I think a few trickles of sweat broke out on my upper lip.  I knew this was coming, but I was not yet mentally prepared.  These things take a little self-coaching for me, I'm not a natural of the unknown.  And being caught by surprise,  my innate instinct is to freeze.  What the hell do you see down there?  Not that I was going to look.  Do you plug your nose?  I mean, rationally speaking, I think you would have to wear a skirt to use such inventions.  After already being on the plane for 10 hours, what's 10 more?   It was no big deal.  At least not compared to the challenge that I was facing here in front of me.

The panic subsided when I realized "to squat" was an option.  One may choose their preference of sitting or squatting.  And would I like to sit or place my rear on the black hole to abyss?

Sit, thank you.