PLEASE don't think that I want to carry on a conversation with you while I'm on the toilet. Or when you are.
I know the stalls don't reach the floor and ceiling, but pretend they do. They are a barrier through which conversation simply cannot exist. I know what you're doing in there; you know what I'm doing in there; this is not the time to tell me about how your hair appointment went.
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