the door of the public restroom opens forcing you to sit there in silence, pretending you don’t exist despite the fact your feet are visible below the stall door, hoping the intruder understands that the scent that dominates the room was already there before you ever sat down, and waiting until you hear him finish pissing before half washing his hands and grabbing the door handle bare-handed, before you give yourself the green light to resume?
Or is it just me?
