In the course of human events, it becomes necessary to.... um... you know... well everyone does it, and it requires tissue paper. (Although, I guess tissue is optional) I was in what could be considered a situation as such, a neighborhood wal-mart marketplace.
Normally I would go as far to say that this type of operation would require my home base. However, again necessity comes in many forms. In this case it came in the form of Chinese buffet two hours earlier. Regardless, I attempted my luck with a public restroom. (If 4 years of microbiology has taught anything, it's that microbial transfer via one bottom to another is gross to think about, yet not going to kill you.)
I walk slowly through the outer door, thinking to myself: "when this was bathroom last cleaned, and by whom." The dude I just passed with a blue Wally World shirt on that smiled. I wouldn't want him to clean anything! (4 years dude) Beyond the obvious misgivings, the restroom is small, with a single stall equipped for this style of operation. I acquaint myself with the latch closing the stall door, and appropriately fashion it shut.
Problem 1 arises: the door doesn't fully lock, or shut properly. It leaves a space sufficient enough to peek an eye through and peer upon unsuspecting partyers.
Problem 2: the apparatus of operation is positioned as such to be both clearly visible from the door, and at the immediate epicenter of the stall. So that a human would be unable to lodge against the door to bar intruders, and simultaneously away from all walls and points of leverage.
This "island" of operation permits a man to do business, and yet not defend himself from nature. Curiosity.
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