outraged

Just a while ago, I was midway through my almost-daily self-reflection session in the office lavatory when I heard quick footsteps of someone coming in. This person started hurriedly opening or attempting to open every cubicle door in here. When he reached the cubicle I was in, he gave a few forceful tugs before going back to the cubicle beside.

Then he came back again, and this time I could hear him taking out some keys and trying to twist and turn the door latch from outside. Alarmed, I quickly stretched out my hand to hold the latch back in place, before giving a loud “ahem”. I’m not sure if he heard that, but he went back trying the other cubicles, and left the washroom subsequently just as quickly as he came.

This is crazy! Didn’t it occur to this person that the door is locked because someone is inside? What if he had managed to unlatch and open the door before I could stop him, and saw a half-naked Oh taking a poop? I’ll sue for outrage of modesty, heh!