Note To Self
The anonymity of being in a bathroom stall goes right out the window the moment you drop your pants and notice (at the same time as the person in the next stall) that your security ID badge which was hanging at your waist is now down around your ankles.
"Ah...good morning Mr. Talbott. I thought I recognized those shoes."
*plop* "...um....good morning?"
At this point, why even bother closing the door?