This can go one of two ways:
First you can find another bathroom. In my case, that's not really an option since the nearest bathroom is a single stall in the next building over and if I showed up just to use the bathroom, someone would realize something was up. Plus the fan sucks in there, and there's no power-flush on the toilet, so things can get a bit touch and go. After this one time at the last job... I'd rather not chance it, but that's a story for another day...
The other scenario as I like to call it, is "who goes first?" You know, you sit down in the stall next door, try to make a lot of noise, giving that other person a chance to make any unsavory noises they may have saved up as you've entered. Cough, pull out the ass gasket, noisily stomp feet, unzip pants, thud to the toilet. Finally when no noises are left to make you sit down and wait. Even though the most ungodly beast is ready to spring forth at any moment, you pinch your cheeks together, a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead, and you wait. The neighbor, curteous as always, makes no sound. You wonder to yourself (or at least I wonder to myself), "are they trying to pinch it off and make a quick exit? Have they even started the descent into Sea-Tac? Are we going to be here all day? Are they texting?" Usually I can outlast the most patient pooper. I wait and wait and wait until I'm solo in there and then I can't be responsible for what happens next.
Anyway, I wonder, am I the only one who waits? Am I the only one who can't stand the silence?
I'll let you in on a little secret... I love that moment when they flush the toilet so I can let the dam go. That moment of glory when you know it'll all be over in a minute.
So my question to you is... do you just bare it all? Or wait for your neighbor to vacate before your own "vacation"?
