Thursday, March 27, 2014
"I'm pooping here."
Color me confused.
Went to use the bathroom the other day and found this jerry-rigged privacy curtain hung on the stall door.
It never would have occurred to me to construct this 2 ply penumbra.
However, and you can thank me later, it did occur to me to photograph it.
As I sat on the throne going about my business -- no further details on that matter -- I wondered what would drive someone to such engineering feats.
I will grant you the space between the stainless steel partitions is wider than an eyeball. But in all my years in public men's rooms, I've never seen another man peer in through the crack for a better look.
A passing glance perhaps but never a full on peer.
Maybe I'm lucky that way.
I have found a jiggle on the door handle provides all the occupancy information an urgent bathroom goer could possibly need.
That said, if I were in the seated position returning my Chipotle Chicken Burrito Bowl back to the Pacific and I noticed a more-than-curious eyeball spying on me during a most delicate time with my pants around my ankles, I would have nothing to be embarrassed about.
At least nowhere near as much as the guy who makes it a habit of browsing toilet stalls.