I was thinking about this post yesterday during my workout. I like the Darthcoin narrative style. Blunt. Matter of fact. No B-S. Here are just a few minor improvements you can add to make it awesome. I indicated some changes with boldface, [square brackets], and strikethrough

Thanks for posting your bathroom musings in this territory. Hopefully we will get more.

OK I will try something funny, a first post on this new territory.
A story from quite some time ago that really happen.

The bathroom bathThe bathroom bath

[the bathroom bath--I don't get this title. Did you mean "The Bathroom Line?"]

I stopped at the gas station, on the highway, to put some gas in and take get some snacks and, if all I was there [rephrase--phrasing is unclear], I went to the bathroom. It wasn’t an emergency. Reservoir at half [I like this turn of phrase].

I approach the bathroom and see a huge line. Like in old times in communism to buy bread. End of weekend, pretty normal. It wasn't that serious yet to be standing at that tail, but [since] if I was all there~, I say[id I'd] I'll take a look to see what the situation is.

And then I noticed that there were only women.

Next to the tail, leaning against the door, was a more purist guy.

"Excuse me, doesn't it seem that all this big line is only for women and this one from here is the line of men?"

He doesn't have time to answer, when a woman says:

"That's exactly right."

I look at their tail one more time. It was a mess of a tail. Like a relic. [I really liked the hyperbole here, I only wish you laid it on thicker.]

Technically, the tail of the “boys” was not even of the “boys.” Because the men’s toilet was faulty and the men also made the necessary [interesting phrase, non-conventional in English, but I like it] into the one for the disabled. I can't couldn’t the situation too well, because he had already relieved himself in the bathroom.

[It was] nice at inside the one for people with disabilities. It is elegant, you also have some bars in the [be]side of the toilet, from which you build [yourself up], in the end, to flush well, another life.

Still, I felt stupid.

I was thinking about the women, the old women, who had been waiting in line for about 20 minutes. [I was not being(?)] Was not cynical. It was urgent.

Especially since, when I left, there was only one guy in the [queue for the] boys' room. Someone had to do something. To balance the situation. And you know, I can't get enough. Especially since the solution was logical and simple to reach an equitable result.

So I went and told them, pointing towards the handicap bathroom, from where the guy who came in after me was already coming out:

"Ladies, do you see the other toilet? There's no queue for that. And this is because men know how to urinate efficiently. Maybe you should learn and you will be faster, jap-jap and ready, look, you sit in the bathroom for months, God forgets you [as you] looking in the mirror for ages and you still suffer! Learn something from men, because that's why we're here!"