Mexican Stand-Off

I was sitting in a toilet cubicle today, not an ideal starting point I know but run with me on this. Anyway sitting in a toilet cubicle today inside the company building. There are three toilet cubicles in this bathroom including one disabled one with its own mirror and basin.

This particular bathroom is the one most frequently used and happens to be right next to my department so fair to say it's my local.

I can't help as I sit there but giggle a little at the similar thoughts that cubicle neighbours must share when having the hugely awkward task of relieving yourself. I always lay down toilet paper, basically everywhere, to stop any residue touching me and while those of us all sitting there in the hope of relieving ourselves stumble across the want and ability to go to the bathroom find ourselves in the everso frustrating situation of having to sit on the toilet until you are alone in the bathroom or until someone flushes, which provides a window of opportunity to let go a little while the flush covers any untoward sounds. Nothing worse than the painfully unpredictable bowel sounds that arise when trying to go to the bathroom with company. Only today an unidentified neighour let off a little in the process of weeing. This would embarrass me but at the same time I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of understanding for my no doubt red-faced companion. While at that stage you're unidentified, you can't stay in there forever, however unspoken toilet code states that you let the guilty party wash their hands and leave before exiting your cubicle, it's the decent thing to do and cancels out any awkward "ah so you're the face to the fart" moments.

People don't always follow this code and you end up in a mexican stand-off, wondering who the fuck is going to exit the toilet first, I don't care who you are, just leave and let me do my thing.

This seems like a small gripe I know, perhaps it's just me who thinks like this.