Privacy

I had to take care of a little business this morning, so I went to the restroom, found a clean stall, and put my brain on autopilot.

Several minutes later, I hear someone entering the restroom. Then this person shuffles towards my stall. Then without even a polite knock, he starts yanking on my stall door.

"Sorry, this stall is occupied," I warn, stating the obvious. But no effect. The incessant yanking on the stall door continues: Clang! Bang! Bunga-Bunga-Bunga!

As abruptly as the yanking began, it ends. Then I hear a voice of an old man, "Is there anybody in there?"

"This one's being used," I say again, keeping the words a bit simpler.

The door yanking begins again, followed by "Is there anybody in there?"

The yanking continues, and I shout back, "Go away!" At this point I'm thinking that this is a joke. Why won't this old man leave me alone? There's no way I can poop with all this commotion. Then the yanking stops and all is quiet again.

"Is there anybody in there?"

Argh! That voice! That incessant, persistent voice! "Yes!" I cry out with frustration, "I'm using the toilet! Go away!"

Then I hear from the other side of the door, "I'm sorry, you're going to have to speak up."